Dancer in the Dark [Character Development, Solo]

[Xendiss Rayne]

Application: Force Level 3
Required Words: 300
Written Words: 890

~Begin Force Level 3 Application

How the hunger hurt. How she yearned for her rage to be sated. Perhaps running away from her newfound Lord was not the wisest idea, but this would indeed prove to be a challenging test. A trial, to ensure that she arises strong and her bloodlust sated, proving to Lord Blood that she was worthy of her apprenticeship underneath his mastery.

The mere thought of submission only expanded her tempestuous anger. Xendiss would be no slave to darkness. No underling of her kidnapper. Yet it was undeniably that the strangely beguiling aura about the seductive dominance of this alluring man urged her on with a frenzied rush of excitement that tingled and surged through her blood, inspiring a suggestive admiration. Another capricious change contorted her current raging fit, tongue licking around her lips with both scintillating hunger and the fervent pulse of adrenaline which tickled away in a melting, warm feeling deep in her navel, forging a deep dedication to the Lord she so brazenly escaped from. A wanting for his approval. For his body.

The tension and sensual excitement brewed nightmarish visions of seductive pain in her tortured mind, until she realised that this feeling was being evoked by her Force sensitive perception, causing her to pick up a profound sense of life ahead on the desolate, unknown moon of which she had escaped to. It was sickly, yet the bloodhound's Force senses begged to be fed and tempted the Sith girl to charge on in a full rampant rush. To quench the bloodthirst.

Combined with her forever trained Force sense that reached out to her surroundings was the now enhanced Force Vision, which she had been naturally birthed into the galaxy with. As a Miraluka, she was created with a natural connection to the lifeblood of the universe, causing her very senses to be sharpened and reliant on the stem of Force. Where it was dark, it would shroud with contorted horrors and petrify her senses, but having given herself to the Dark Side, this stain was now permanent. But she was rapidly realising the true potential in harnessing it to her own will. How her perceptions could be harnessed into a weapon with the rich black core of the Force. How it allowed Xendiss to pick up the fine life essences of prey in the far distance, and everything about their distorting presence of the Force. What further confirmed the detection was the fact that her Force Vision pinpointed the many specs of life in the gathering ahead. Each of them engaged in hustle and bustle, swarming like bees in a hive, and each of them lit up like fireflies to her vindictive, criticising vision that permitted her piercing through the walls to see each and every life form.

And so, the Force guided her, infusing into her being with a truly passionate rush, feverish in the following of its power that emanated in the camp ahead. She cared not for who they were - the Dark Side had clouded her vision and distinction between the innocent and guilty now.

'Finally'...

Spoke the husk of a voice that was once her own tender tongue before descending to insanity, whispering with a thousand more tempting, sinister whispers of the Dark Side, some distinctive as Lord Blood's own.

'Oh... FINALLY, BLOO-'

A pulsating wave of electricity shook her core, stopping her in her tracks. Unbeknownst to her, the bandits of the camp had already realised that she was charging headlong like a raging bull rancor and risen full alarm. They had even blasted several plasma shots towards her, the thermal lasers darting past as she moved with unprecedented celerity. The speed Xendiss projected herself forwards with was almost maddening, leaving behind a manifesting trail of spiking vortex-flame of shadowy crimson and tenebrous black, giving her leaking Force hatred a physical form in her wake.

However, what had stopped her advance only temporarily was a large tripwire-esque trap that was strung out across the entrance to the bandit raider camp, giving her a momentary pause, allowing the bandits to rally up with blaster and vibroblade alike. They were all grunts, panicking and rushing at the mere sight of a Sith warrioress entering their territory aboard this mostly lonely moon, stricken with complete shock to her presence. If it wasn't for her petite size, it would be unlikely they'd have even approached and instead would have abandoned their entire camp before she unleashed slaughter.

Which she surely was about to do as the rich control of Force began suffusing around her entire body.

Absolute frustration shook her body in ripples from the electricity which ensnared her in the centre of the lining trap, which only fueled the potency of the Dark Side aura. Acting on impulse, she cringed inwards, hugging herself before snapping in all the electricity in one magical suction, vacuuming and diffusing all of the electrical power to her body.

The bandits stood in shock, locked in awe at her durability and endurance of such high voltage, not quite sure what she was to do next.

Having successfully used the controlled alteration of the Force, Xendiss let the voltage flow, its very crackling, mini thunderbolts jolting and rushing over the lightning streams of red within her bloodshot eyes, accentuating her anger with even greater heights...

~End Force Level 3 Application

[Xendiss Rayne]

Application: Control Level 2
Required Words: 700
Written Words: 1176

~Begin Control Level 2 Application

But now was not the time for rage. Berserking in such an exposed state, surrounded by bandits with blaster and blade alike would get her cut down swiftly with her level of training. Entering such a frenzy was not entirely possible just yet. Well, it was, but coming out alive was not an option. Yet she'd still be able to take down a few with her.

But Xendiss wanted them all dead. Like a starving vampiress, she yearned to spill and bathe in their blood. Even her tastebuds tingled. In order to achieve such a height, the youngling's experience now taught her that she could not give herself to anger, yet. Instead, the girl would give her anger to the Force.

And so she did.

The Dark Side thrived around her aura, and Xendiss' deeply attuned senses began to reach out with control, upon that unexpectedly fateful night where she returned to the cell she was once restrained within, and discovered the key to controlling the Force to aid her mental and kinetic processes.

The Sithling had to act quickly. Crimson locks flowing around with static energy, her silken vizard covering her eyeless sockets, Xendiss scanned over each and every lifeform. There was so many of them. Regardless, she had no regret - this was a great idea with much potential for slaughter, and another personal test to increment the ability to control the Force to her aid.

Having previously discharged high voltages of electronic pulses that surged through her veins, Xendiss let go of the very essences of anger and pain that manifested and leaked forth as she entered a brief, calmed trance. Focusing, the emotions were expelled, immediately sucked in by her wrapping Dark Side aura, which fed its insatiable hunger with a gorging dominion, threatening to vacuum in the greater depths of her sanity to give her completely over to maddening darkness.

Yet her mental bulwark stood true in defiance, as did her refined, bound Force senses, innate to her species. In a stalwart phase she remained on the vigil, grabbing back the tethers of black Force on alarming impulse as it attempted to drift away, bulging with great distension around the aura of her body. As she channeled its control, it bled visibly in a vortex around her body, visible to the bandits who stood in confusion, not knowing whether or not she had been thrown into some sort of fit as a reaction to the trap. One approached, believing her to be incapacitated.

Only to be rocked unsteady as a volatile wave of Dark Side pushed out from her aura in a single pulse, projected by her as a warning, one palm still pressing firmly against her forehead, the other wrapped tightly over her navel.

"Damn it! Just blast her!" One of the bandit's leaders yelled, and suddenly, those with blasters lifted their guns in a quick aim. Before any protest could be made, bolts of focused red laser began shooting forth, seeking to fry her on the spot with several dotting, scorching wounds.

To Xendiss' fortune, the necessary level of a newfound height of control was already at her fingertips. Not just her fingertips, in fact, but she found that her control was so enhanced, she could feel the flow of the Force around her whole body, and before she knew it, she slung herself aside in a fluent cartwheel, jumping up from her grounded boots and performing an agile evasion, the entirety of her body circling. Airborne, Xendiss still maneuvered around the oncoming laser blasts, using the Force to control her body's movements, motions heightened in both celerity and self-mastery. Upon landing, she immediately took off into a rapid sprint, circling the bandits as they hurriedly tried to fire away at her in a panic, blasting and slashing away, failing to keep up with her speed.

In the blink of an eye, she managed to contort the pattern of her running, using the Force to project herself in an augmented jump, straight to the closest bandit near her. With the usage of swift martial arts, taught to her as a youngling, she found the Force's control in the ability to incapacitate bandits over and over again, failing to find any fatigue in her athletic advance. Whilst the warrioress was of a finely suitable physique for such motions, this would have quickly put a tiring demand on any normal mortal. The flow of Force bent to her will and domination even went as far as to cancel out the cramping of muscles, letting them expand in a malleable alteration, liberated and freely altering to her myriad of movements in the close-quarters combat engagement. Furthermore, it managed to mitigate the effect of produced lactic acid, letting her rampage build up relentlessly, the satisfaction and primal rage of each hit and violent killing as she leaped between her foes adding to the congregating level of overflowing Dark Side. It sustained itself in an increasing flow, and Xendiss now managed to keep it completely bent to her will, whilst also enjoying the rampant rush of massacring the criminal grunts she passed through with the pleasure of her own gloved hands and booted feet.

A few more bandits remained, yet the rest from the camp continued to hurry on towards the scene. A single, dirt-ridden human quickly withdrew his blaster, releasing one shot towards the warrior in an exposed position. With the combined strength of her senses, Xendiss was able to twirl back in a full spin, guided by the Force as she hauled herself in a fluent jump, natural agility shining equally true as she somersaulted ahead, landing down with an extended, lithe leg to smash the bandit downwards in the face, impacting a huge blow to the bridge of his nose. In a panic, the vibroblade in his other hand sought to slice forth, only for Xendiss' fist to slam straight up underneath his proximal bicep tendon, going as far as to rupture it.

A yell of pain howled through the entrance of the camp, and Xendiss' Force control yet again guided her hand, swiftly retrieving the falling blade which had slipped free from his damaged arm. Firmly grasping the handle, she performed a fanciful twirl of the blade, only to deeply thrust it straight in between the bones of his rib-cage, just underneath. The focused micro sonic vibrations of the sword's blade allowed it to pass through with extreme ease, where Xendiss finally indulged with a few seconds to spare before reinforcements arrived. Taking the moment, pounced her enemy down, canines piercing directly into the plump flesh of his neck and ripping out a huge chunk whilst he began to bleed to death, causing intense agony but pleasure through the sadistic, vampiric gesture.

Mouth riddled with blood, she drew both of her own personal vibrobades like claws as she jumped aside to a crouch like an alien predator - a beast, aided in its hunt by her domination of the Force, forcing it to submit to her will and serve to her authority.

~End Control Level 2 Application

[Xendiss Rayne]

Application: Advanced Lightsaber Combat
Required Words: 300
Written Words: 455

~Begin Advanced Lightsaber Combat Application

Control would come in use, here. As a matter of fact, it was imperative to her blade skills with the amount of adversaries that were approaching from the depths of the bandit camp. Through smashing a nearby generator, Xendiss was able to bathe the entire redoubt in black, shrouding it completely in darkness, which would prove to her advantage considering the nature of a Miraluka's sight.

Then they arrived, ushered in their charge with several blaster shots towards the small girl, alone at the entrance of the camp, surrounded by the littered bodies of their disposed comrades, all fallen in a number of ways. Some were dead, some were, not, but that did not matter. They were next, and they brought their downfall with them.

With the guidance of control, Xendiss eloquently danced forth in the dark, perceiving each rapid laser bolt shot and letting the Force direct the motions of her arms. Down to every angle and swift rise and turn of the blades' faces, the vibroblades begun reflecting away laser shots, deflecting them with a blinding defense of her swords that spun like propellers. The linear bolts simply shot straight back from whatever angle the blade was facing, and often, it was facing straight back at Xendiss' opponents, blasting down a few bandits in return, falling to their own shots.

As the girl danced forth, she continued to harness not only the grasp of her blades but her twirling body, shifting in and out of a charge and a pirouette, approaching her foes quickly in a ballerina of shimmering, dark metal, trimmed with a vibrant strip of crimson light on each sword.

The initial, frontal marauder fell, stomach sliced open from the vibrating weapon in her right hand. Not even she was aware that it had cut through her enemy, as was the controlling counsel of her motions by the Force. The delivered blow was so fine, it appeared featherweight, as only to be cutting through the cloth of his clothing, yet proving against this was the washing spurt of blood which spilled onward from the shredded wound.

No time was taken to admire the blow. Still in the midst of her half-berserking, half elegantly dancing gyration, Xendiss whirled and twirled, blades whistling and her throat calling a bloodthirsty battlecry upon the fall of each bandit, unable to keep up and comprehend the eloquent rage that tore through their comrades. With ribbons of black metal following in her wake, she cut down each and reflected other inferior vibroblades , filling the dark interior of the camp with screams.

Oh but how she yearned to grasp the handles of lightsabers for her rampage. Two crimson beams, bound by firm steel grips. All in due time.

~End Advanced Lightsaber Combat Application