Cool oc :)

This is alsome Fall! Sorry I still need to make mine. I always found double sided lightsabers to be the better weapon, then just single sided, cause you got on extra blade to use when yuh need it! Just in case one side stops working you know.

I love the mask by the way! Way cool! Oh and also the gloves!

Thanks everyone! Indeed, Van! Its like having an extra barrel on a gun or a back up engine. Its definately more useful in a battle then a singal saber, but I think I singal saber might be easier to us in battle. It seems like a alot more work to learn how twirl and maneuver the double saber and make sure that you don't sli'ce yourself then a singal saber.

Lol yah your right about that but you can always turn one side off. The second side is more of a, back up. Plus you can block more blades with a double sided one. Anyways how are the native bird speses going?

Detaild Desc.

Avengencia is virtualy silent. She may go months without uttering a singal word. The apprentice unresponsive to people which means that if you try talking to her or wave an hand infront of her or try giving her command, she'll just stare at whatever is infront of her at that moment and ignore you, though sometimes she just doesn't notice you. Besides, you aren't her problem and she is usualy to engrosed in thought or memory to bother with you. The Angelisian is a mystery to all, even to many of the Sith themselves and certainly to all of her fellow apprentices, and what lies beneath her mask is unknown. The only one who knows of her past beyond the first time she was made an official apprentice and what her true appearence is is her master; Darth Terrori ( darth-terror-I ). Avenge obeys her master and the Sith Lords without question or doubt. She truly believes that their teaching are the truth and will gladly dismember anyone whom opposes their will. ( more soon )

oh! okay. i want to see her head, but i'm waiting this moment. :)

Avengencia has a one-track mind. If she sets a goal for herself or is given a task, then that will be all that matters to her. She won't give a bantha farder about anything else. The girl's footsteps are completely sil'ent and she doesn't bother with telling you where she is going or what she has found, so if she wanders off somewhere without telling you, you won't even know she is gone until you feel for her presence woth the Force, in which case you'll find out that she isn't there and chances of you discovering her again, even if your a Sith or Jedi, aren't too high. This Angelician looks iether completely blank or just plain sad, but the mask hides her emotion. Most of her time she spends not training or completing a mission is spent staring at the floor in a dark corner somewhere. She may seem like an emotionless blank statue, but if angered or annoyed with react vio'lently. Darth Terrori must constantly remind her not to destroy the droids when they start acting up or repeat " roger " over and over again. He does let her desimate whatever else she wants to, though. When people are around Avengencia they get an eerie, crawling feeling like something profpundly wrong is watching them. They just know that something isn't right with her, though they can never pin point what is idzactly. Avenge is a cyborg, but most her mechanicle parts are mi'nor except for afew parts of her hands, brain, and the bio-mechanicle pumping de'vice in her chest. She is literaly heartless. The girl's mask not onky covers her face but also acts as a communikay, a gas mask, gives her thermal vision through the glowing red lenses hiding her eyes, high-powered binoculars, et cetera. The teen's belt and choke collar contain plasma grenades, smoke bombs, sonic amp'liphiers (sound bo'mbs), nani'tes, listening dev'ices, and more. Some disa'prove of her use of technology when she has beeb taught to rely on and can use the Darkside instead, but Avenge is too fond of technology to give it up. She-

is a very dark and pesimistic person and is always expecting the worse. Her under-shirt and mask are staind with dried blood from previous vic'tims. Avengencia is completely broken, both in spirit and in her heart, but why she is like this may never be made known. The only thing hinting at her history and tying this Angelician to her past is a piece of republic clone armor with the number seventy one on it.

Avenging Angel.

Rain. Mud. Bodys. Blood. A girl in cra'wling position was centered in the middle of the car'nage. Her bro'ken and cut hands were sin'king into the bloody mud, brown water se'eping through her bru'ised fingers. The Angelician's soaked pure white hair covered her face from view as her head was bent toward the ground. Head wounds mard her perfectly-shaped skull and deep black ga'shes surrounded the ce'nter of her chest. Silence. The bodys of hundreds of clone troopers littered the go'rey earth, their armore dented and missh'apen, their blood see'ping into the ground with the down-pour, forever silent. A sob escaped the girl's throat, barely breathing, the nob in her throat making it hard to even croak. A knife, standard issue in the clone armys, lay on the ground next her, covered in the huminoid's black blood. Another sob came from her. Nothing happened. Only the rain. Just her . . . and the rain . . . and the bodys . . . and . . . and . . . The Angelician's hands shook and clenched, mud squishing out of her fists. " Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! " The girl's body tensed, petrified at the sound of boots lumbering through the thick mud and icy rain. " Squish! Squish! Squish! " They stopped beside her. There was no sound. No wind. No voice. No questions. No . . . anything . . . " You want death, don't you? ," a voice asked, deep, rich and commanding. " You want to unleash that hate in you, don't you? You want to destroy, don't you? You want him and you to be avenged, don't you? " Silence . . . Rain . . . Gurgling mud . . . " Yes ," the girl said faintly as her voice trembled as if some one had struck a wabbly cord in her throat. " Then I'll give it to you ," the stranger continued, his voice the idzact same tone as before.
" The price? "
" The price, you ask? For you to put this on . . . " " Squish! " Something fell on the watery mud infront of her. One of the huminoid's hands reached out shakily toward the object. Flat. Smooth.-

Roundish. Textureless. Cold. The girl pulled her bloody and broken hand away for a moment, then the mask zipped into her hand. The teenager sucked in her breath as it reached her fingers. Pain. She looked at. " A mask? ," the huminoid asked absentmindedly, her voice barely audible. " Yes ," the voice replied. " If you agree to wear that then I will teach you to hone your power over the Force, will school you in the use and making of light sabers, guide you on your journey to discovering and grasping the true nature and power of the Darkside, lead you on an adventure to free this galaxy of it's idiotic ways and make it our own, unleash within you a true Sith Lord, give you the means to take revenge on all whom have destroyed your soul, and will take you as my own personal apprentice. " The teen was silent for a long time, her thick wet hair covering her features. The Angelician slowly lifted it up to her face with one hand. Rain beat down on the two. The girl layd her hand to rest on the mud, the mask secure on her face. " Stand ," the vouce commanded. The girl stood, slowly, carefully, smoothly. The huminoid stood there for afew seconds, her head bent low, something in her left hand. The teen lifted it up alittle, looking down at the round object. Shiny. White. Armor. Clone-type. Nymber 71 on it. Blood-staind. Scr'atched. It had been dug into her hand, cutting deep into her palm with its sharp sides. " You are now Avengencia ," he said, just out of the girl's periferal vision. " What does that mean? ," the Angelisian asked softlt, her voice trembling and her iron grip on the armor tightening making more dark blood seep from the cuts. " It means ' avenging angel ', and so shall you be for your master. " Avengencia tottered for a moment, but regained her composure. " Come ," the stranger said, turning as he started to walk through the rain fall. " We must mend your wounds and replace various parts. It won't do to have you bleed out or die of heart failure before you-"

" even have a chance to begin your training. " Avengencia stood lopsided. Her master walking on. She slipped the shoulder armor onto her arm. It gleamed in the rain. Avenge turned and staggered after her new mentor, leaving behind a nightmare of bodys and blood, every one of them still possessing their shoulder pieces.
End.

Wicked story! I'm almost done with my character.

Thanks Van! You do have a really good point there. The double-sided lightsaber is definately the better model. The Jedi should have used that kind, but being the peacekeepers and all I guess they wouldn't have wanted to look too menacing ( it could have helped them win the Clone Wars, though ). Its going pretty well! I've already begun the shading and it will be the very next piece I upload. I'm also thinkung about drawing a ref sheet for the females. It could come in handy. What do you think? I can't wait to see that apprentice! I am definately excited for this rp!

Are the females that much different from the males? Cause if there are some major differences other then the... uh... aquird parts, then yes I would highly 'recamend' (still your choice of course) you upload a ref for them^-^ I can't wait to see them!

Oh do you want to draw the rp pic, or do you want me too? I good either way. Should the pic be like a zoomed out veiw of the planet, maybe have Trakelores' ship coming towards it/ or jedis' ship either one works, I'm just listing some ideas. Or we could draw the saber crystails, all the different crystail colors on one page sence that's kind of what this rp is about. Or we could draw like a hallornet of the planet, listing some of the planets description in the language they use. I'm good with any of these. I like to hear your ideas and what you think of mine^-^ This rp is going to be so alsome!