Post by Agent of Greystone on Aug 12, 2012 12:46:26 GMT -5
Name: Carthus Okeer
Age: 34
Race: Sayormi
Birth place: The Dead Forest, Kashyyyk
Height: 6,4
Weight: 219 lbs
Eye Color: White
Hair Color: N/A
Appearance: Carthus stands at roughly Six feet and four inches tall, and has a heavyset muscular build. He has the diamond-shaped birth mark of his people covering most of his visible forehead. He has a pointed chin, fanged teeth, and rough, light brown skin. He's usually seen sporting black and gray robes.
Personality: Just as he was unable to hold the Jedi's weapon, Carthus didn't hold the typical mindset of most Jedi either. As a loner, and an introvert, he would prefer to be by himself than with a large group. That's probably why he sets up camp in places no one else likes to go, and rents rooms in the most undesirable spaces, such as a cold cellar or a humid attic. He tries not to get involved with other people's affairs and doesn't even like making eye contact with others because he knows in many corners of the galaxy, taking notice of another can start trouble. Carthus is not a very trusting person, a trait that did not go over well when he was with the Order, and would be the driving force behind him leaving. Save for his masters, he rarely spoke to other Jedi despite their friendliness towards him. He eventually learned to shield his thoughts from fellow Jedi, and put on a friendly face. To this day he has trouble getting close to others unless they prove themselves trustworthy.
His missions for the Jedi Order hardened Carthus. Like an old veteran he has no qualms over crippling or killing opponents if he deems it necessary.
He dislikes spicy foods, and he can barely hold his liquor, but he will probably end up eating the stuff anyways if a nice old lady makes it, and drinking the swill if pressured by any peers. He is very thoughtful of how other people feel, but can sometimes be blunt with a person to the point of rudeness, mainly because he doesn't think before he acts. Since he was a Padawan Carthus was scolded by the Masters for his timidness, though he never did really change, and had the Jedi Code basically branded into the inside of his skull. Particularly the sentence "Love leads to the dark side" had a resounding impact on him, and has developed into a form of Caligynephobia, which causes him to stutter when speaking to women he even finds moderately attractive.
The only time Carthus really comes out of his shell is when he is in combat. If there is one thing Carthus cannot stand, it is someone hurting an innocent, especially if it is bullying. While he was never particularly bullied as a child, he sure as hell was afraid it would happen, and he can't stand it happening to others. Unfortunately, that kind of thinking has put a few bounties on his head, from employers who's debt collectors are crippled, or from organizations whose slave shipments return empty handed. When he is truly angry, Carthus seems to become a different person, he doesn't care what others think or how the person(s) he's mad at feels, and he definitely has no worries about the Dark Side or falling to it. In reality, Carthus really does become a different person. He suffers from a case of DID due to traumatic experiences in his life (Though some he cannot remember), and might have previously fallen to the Dark Side due to them, but the severe personality shift between "Bad Carthus" and "Good Carthus", plus the loss of memory of the events, leaves nothing for the Dark Side to feed on. "Bad Carthus" loses his stutter, even if talking to an attractive woman.
Profession: Martial artist, Fringer
Skills: Unarmed Combat
Previous Faction: Jedi
Mastery Level: Knight
Lightsaber: Single
Color: Blue
Weapons:
(x2) Sayormi HeartStrikers (Knuckle Blades) Specially modified with Cortosis Weave
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
While he doesn't fight with a Lightsaber, Carthus uses the basic principles, advantages, and disadvantages of each Lightsaber style he knows as hand-to-hand forms, and can switch stances and forms the same as any Saber Wielder
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi : 2
Soresu : N/A
Ataru : 1
Shien / Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield:N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Practiced Martial Arts:
Broken Gate
Echani (Tier 1 & Firedancing)
Gand Martial Arts (Piercing Touch, Striking Mist)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Force Deflection
Specialized Skills:
Breath Control
Force Body
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 0
Body: 8
Sense: 2
Protection: 5
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Ship Name:
Bio: Age 04:
Deep in the Dead Forest of Kashyyyk, there lives a seclusive race called the Sayormi. Ruled by a Queen, they engage in voodoo practices and worship Dark Magics. Males are born into two separate casts: the warrior cast, which uphold the will of the Queen and neutralize threats to their forests, and the monk cast, who pass down oral traditions and stories, and also practice hand-to-hand combat in the form of martial arts. In the monk cast, and new boy was birthed, and had a fairly simple life (for a Sayormi). He was raised by a mother and father for the first three years, and in his fourth they began to visually teach him the very basics of their martial arts, mainly their stance, and how to properly punch and kick. But one day, the young Monk had a chance meeting with the Queen. She, being a Force-user, recognized his connection to the Force. Seeing him as a future threat, she ordered him to be executed. However, for whatever reason, his father took him and ran from the village and out of the forest, appearing in the brush below a village of Wookies. Behind him charged a handful of Sayormi warriors, brandishing axes. The Wookies of the village, who had no love for the Cult of the Dead Forest, rained bullets down on the group, until nothing moved. But when the Wookies descended to inspect the damage, they found the child unharmed, shielded by the Monk who carried him. One hasty Wookie raised their Bowcastor to fire, and would have, if not for the timely intervention of a visiting Jedi. He sensed the strong connection to the Force the child held, and wished to take him back to Coruscant with him to be trained. He was quickly accepted as an Initiate and placed into training with others his age.
Age 05 – Age 12
Carthus had an extremely difficult time as a youngling in the temple. He didn't make friends very well due to his attitude. Training was difficult for him, attempts to swing and block with a training blade would fumble, his instructors grew more and more weary every time his saber clattered to the floor. He had several noticeable issues with the lightsaber, including his dislike for the weight of it, his inability to block blasters with it, but most importantly, the fact that he was too nervous that it would hit him to actually use it on someone else. Despite the great strength of Force his teachers felt within him, his demonstrations of basic powers like Push and Pull were below average at best. It was only in powers that made use of his entire body such as Speed that he excelled in. He showed average grades in things like math and science, but what he truly enjoyed was during their martial-arts training. It helped that he had already absorbed a little bit of the basics of Sayormi martial arts, having been brought up in the Monk caste and seen them displayed on many occasions..
One day, several Masters came to see if any Initiates had the potential to be their Padawans. At this point, Carthus knew he'd not be chosen, he would never be chosen. What Jedi would take an apprentice who couldn't hold a blade, or move an object with their mind? What Jedi would accept a Padawan who couldn't use the Force properly? They were put through their normal paces while the Masters watched. Practicing with basic Force abilities only humiliated Carthus, as the Padawans of seven and eight could do more than he. Then they were paired off with training sabers. Carthus lost count of how many times he was struck on the wrists and knees, or was disarmed in only a few swings. Though he couldn't see them, he knew the Masters were wincing at his performance. Usually when he was disarmed his opponent would stop, and allow him to pick up his blade to start again, but then, during the last few minutes of the practice, he once again felt the hilt of his weapon fly out of his reach. But before he could stop to retrieve it, he realized his opponent was still coming, perhaps out of some last-ditch effort to impress one of the Masters. In a split second, Carthus caught the blade against the back of his left hand, and he sent his right straight into the nose of his opponent. He hadn't realized what happened until afterwards, and he apologized profusely, but what he didn't know was that he had peaked one of the master's interest with that punch. And it was the same Jedi who had saved him from the Wookie eight years ago.
Age 13 – Age 18
A year later, Carthus was still shocked to have been chosen to be a Padawan. A few weeks after he had visited, the Master returned, bearing two specially made, Cortosis-weaved Sayormi HeartStrikers, the traditional weapons of his people and a gift signifying his acceptance of Carthus as his new student. From then on he was rarely without something to do. He built his own lightsaber, though it was only ceremonial and he never uses it. Every day he would be training or studying, after a little while he began to go out on missions with his Master. Due to the fact that Carthus was unable to wield a lightsaber, his master immediately began teaching him how to re-direct ranged attacks using his hands and the Force. It began with rocks and continued for the next five years until he could successfully deflect blaster bolts with his palms. Any free time at the Temple was dedicated to studying various saber styles with the instructors. Carthus kept a journal with him at all times. The journal contained the knowledge he had obtained, and then modified into a form of unarmed combat so that he himself could perform them without having to use a lightsaber. After several years, Carthus had neglected training in most forms of the Force, in favor of studying all of the different saber styles. His Master noticed this, and decided that it was probably due to the fact that he was unable to use most Force powers effectively anyways.
He would go with his Master on peace keeping missions, and escort missions, but he preferred to stay in the background, and any trouble they encountered was usually small enough for his Master to take care of. Unfortunately that meant that he never really got any practice in actual combat situations. With the number of Dark Jedi, mercenaries, assassin droids, and other dangers throughout the Galaxy steadily rising, Carthus and his Master found themselves being sent on more dangerous missions, and were more frequently forced to do battle to defend themselves. Carthus disliked having to injure people so, and he preferred to attempt to talk his way out of fights, even more so than Jedi usually did. He would be forced to fight however, on many occasions, and his mastery of his own hand-to-hand techniques shown at these times, allowing him to quickly and gracefully dispatch small groups of enemies with ease. One missions, however, he would meet his match when he fought a Dark Jedi for the first time. Neither he or his Master were skilled enough to attempt to fight the Dark Jedi on their own, and so through combined effort, managed to force their opponent into a corner. Desperate, the Dark Jedi caused a mass of heavy boulders to fall on top of them, killing Carthus' master instantly. Carthus miraculously survived, but was trapped from the waist-down underneath the rubble. But, as the Dark Jedi approached to attempt to finish him off, Carthus became angry, and he changed. For the first time in his life, "Bad Carthus" took over. He began to lift the boulders off of himself, but his mediocre ability, mixed with exhaustion, would not allow him to get it up more than a couple of feet. Still, Carthus pushed himself past his limit. Finally, to the detriment of his body, he lifted the rubble off of himself and threw it all down on top of the Dark Jedi, killing him. But the strain on his body was too great, and Carthus blacked out immediately afterwards. When he awoke, he was on a transport back to Coruscant, and he had no memory of what had happened.
Age 19 – Age 25
Carthus dealt with the death of his Master surprisingly well. Though his peers offered their condolences, Carthus waved them off, preferring to continue his studies of the various Lightsaber forms in solitude. With the duel with the Dark Jedi serving as his Trial of Courage, and the bruises and broken bones that he had received serving as his Trial of the Flesh, Carthus opted complete all of his Jedi Trials in order to become a Knight. During this time, and old friend of his former Master's, an Echani Jedi, approached him and offered to become his new master. He accepted, not knowing what he was getting into, because the woman who he was training under, was strict and unforgiving in her lessons. She believed that Carthus' lack of ability in the Force had almost lead to his demise at the hands of the Dark Jedi, and believed that any more neglect in said department would lead him to the same fate of his master. Though most of the training was for naught and Carthus continued show below average results with techniques such as Push, Sense, and Heal, his new Master took notice of his overwhelming talent when it came to powers of the Body. He could run faster and jump higher than most others she had seen. With this in mind, she suggested to him to attempt to master the ability of Force Body, a complex but powerful technique that allowed the user to empower his or her connection with the Force at the cost of their own physical well-being, as a way to compensate for his inability to perform in the other areas. Carthus readily accepted the challenge, and for the next decade would devote countless hours meditating on and practicing the ability.
Though the Trial of Skill was hard, and any advantage his unorthodox technique had over the Jedi Battlemaster was quickly negated by his skill, he managed to hold off his powerful assault long enough to pass, but it was the Trial of Spirit that had a resounding impact on Carthus. For many, they looked inside themselves, and did battle with their own inner darkness, and Carthus was no exception. This was the first time he would ever meet "Bad Carthus" face to face. He was shocked and ashamed to learn that this alter-ego had fed on the power of the Dark Side to kill the Dark Jedi, which had been a thing of pride to Carthus. Now he knew why they said "Pride leads to the Dark side." Then it all came pouring out, he realized he had felt terrible all of these years. He blamed himself for the death of his Master, and now he hated himself for stooping to the Dark Jedi's level in order to beat him. His guilt made it easy for his alter-ego to overtake him, and it looked like he was going to win the battle. Then a thought, like a gleaming light, blinked "on" in his head. "Bad Carthus" was weak, weaker that "Good Carthus", the only thing that was actually defeating him in this duel was his own guilt, nothing more. "Bad Carthus" moves were clumsy and stupid, and relied too much on raw physical power. With this realization, he was able to easily defeat his alter-ego, and so completed his final trial.
At the age of Twenty-two, Carthus Okeer was made a Knight of the Jedi order, and as a present, his Master taught him the first tier of Echani Martial-arts, as well as Echani firedancing, which would become one of Carthus' signature fighting style in years to come. Now that he was a Knight, he was sent on more dangerous assignments, and by himself, often to dangerous parts of the galaxy, where battles with others were inevitable. But all of killing and death he would see on these missions would take their toll on Carthus' spirit, and he slowly but surely became disillusioned with the Jedi.
Age 26 – Age 33
It was only a few days after Carthus turned Twenty-six that his second Master died. She was the only friend Carthus really had left in the Order, and the only thing still tying him to it. She had been suffering from an inoperable disease since she was born, and the medication she received for it had been slowly losing it's affect. Finally, with Carthus by her side, she passed away. Carthus was hurt deeply by this, and grew even more distant from the rest of his colleagues in the Order. He would shut himself away from everyone else, and his only thoughts were on finishing his current studies and departing. Despite attempts to convince him otherwise, Carthus left the order. The two people who had been like family to him were gone, and he blamed himself for not being able to help them. He knew he coudn't have anything to do with the order while he felt this way, and so he gave up being a Jedi or using the Force altogether.
Presently
For the first time in his life, Carthus was truly free to do whatever he chose, so he wandered around the galaxy, sharpening his skills in the martial arts. He managed to learn a little of the illusive Gand Martial arts from a man he beat in a game of cards. He also entered into various tournaments of skill in order to test his ability. He had never felt as free as he did now, sure you got time to yourself in the order, but he had always felt the looming weight of responsibility hanging over his head, knowing at any moment he could get sent off to the back-end of the galaxy to witness death and depression no man should ever have to see. Now with no official job and nothing to do, Carthus wanders the galaxy, doing odd jobs for cash, and otherwise partaking in his new favorite activity, which is sticking his nose in other people's business.
RP Sample:
Single enemy, Force user!
A cool voice called out to Carthus from the darkness.
Makashi, The Contention Form!
He called back. As if on queue, a lone figure stepped into the light. He was faceless, and he wore no clothes, for his body was featureless. He held aloft a red lightsaber. In return, Carthus pulled his two Heartstikers from their sheathes, spinning each once around his pointer fingers before gripping them in his palms.
There was a great clashing of steel and hot plasma, as the spectral antagonist mercilessly swooped down upon Carthus. Each time it would bring it's blade down harder, and each time Carthus would parry the assault, retaliating with straight jabs. Finally it misstepped, and Carthus leapt at the opportunity. He jabbed once with his left hand, again with his right, and then both together, all in the space of a second. The red Saber spun into the air, Carthus dropped to one knee and kicked it's legs out from under it, causing it to fall and be impaled by it's own falling blade.
Carthus stood up and dusted himself off as the lights of the training room came on. His master stood in at the doorway. She stepped over the remains of the practice droid, and towards her apprentice.
Good job. I half expected you to attempt Ataru, seeing how you like to end fights quickly.
Carthus spun his blades around his fingers once more before slipping them back into their holsters.
I would have, but it's too much trouble to move that much for one, sub-Parr enemy. And I finished it off just as quick anyways.
She brushed a lock of silver hair off of her pale forehead.
So you did, though if it had been a real Dark Jedi, he probably would have survived that had he been well practiced in the Force.
And speaking of Force techniques, you've been neglecting your studies in Niman, so next you'll be taking on one Saber accompanied by a Blaster. You know the drill, take the Saber down with your blades, but neutralize the Blaster with a good solid push.
Oh come on! You know that pair always kills me!
His Master turned and walked out of the room, which became dark once again.
Exactly the reason you need to practice it more.
After a few minutes, a second pair of dark figures stepped out of the darkness, one grasping the hilt of a double-bladed lightsaber, the other, a heavy repeating blaster.
Crud, Thought Carthus as he unsheathed his weapons. I Knew there was a reason why that last round was so easy...
Age: 34
Race: Sayormi
Birth place: The Dead Forest, Kashyyyk
Height: 6,4
Weight: 219 lbs
Eye Color: White
Hair Color: N/A
Appearance: Carthus stands at roughly Six feet and four inches tall, and has a heavyset muscular build. He has the diamond-shaped birth mark of his people covering most of his visible forehead. He has a pointed chin, fanged teeth, and rough, light brown skin. He's usually seen sporting black and gray robes.
Personality: Just as he was unable to hold the Jedi's weapon, Carthus didn't hold the typical mindset of most Jedi either. As a loner, and an introvert, he would prefer to be by himself than with a large group. That's probably why he sets up camp in places no one else likes to go, and rents rooms in the most undesirable spaces, such as a cold cellar or a humid attic. He tries not to get involved with other people's affairs and doesn't even like making eye contact with others because he knows in many corners of the galaxy, taking notice of another can start trouble. Carthus is not a very trusting person, a trait that did not go over well when he was with the Order, and would be the driving force behind him leaving. Save for his masters, he rarely spoke to other Jedi despite their friendliness towards him. He eventually learned to shield his thoughts from fellow Jedi, and put on a friendly face. To this day he has trouble getting close to others unless they prove themselves trustworthy.
His missions for the Jedi Order hardened Carthus. Like an old veteran he has no qualms over crippling or killing opponents if he deems it necessary.
He dislikes spicy foods, and he can barely hold his liquor, but he will probably end up eating the stuff anyways if a nice old lady makes it, and drinking the swill if pressured by any peers. He is very thoughtful of how other people feel, but can sometimes be blunt with a person to the point of rudeness, mainly because he doesn't think before he acts. Since he was a Padawan Carthus was scolded by the Masters for his timidness, though he never did really change, and had the Jedi Code basically branded into the inside of his skull. Particularly the sentence "Love leads to the dark side" had a resounding impact on him, and has developed into a form of Caligynephobia, which causes him to stutter when speaking to women he even finds moderately attractive.
The only time Carthus really comes out of his shell is when he is in combat. If there is one thing Carthus cannot stand, it is someone hurting an innocent, especially if it is bullying. While he was never particularly bullied as a child, he sure as hell was afraid it would happen, and he can't stand it happening to others. Unfortunately, that kind of thinking has put a few bounties on his head, from employers who's debt collectors are crippled, or from organizations whose slave shipments return empty handed. When he is truly angry, Carthus seems to become a different person, he doesn't care what others think or how the person(s) he's mad at feels, and he definitely has no worries about the Dark Side or falling to it. In reality, Carthus really does become a different person. He suffers from a case of DID due to traumatic experiences in his life (Though some he cannot remember), and might have previously fallen to the Dark Side due to them, but the severe personality shift between "Bad Carthus" and "Good Carthus", plus the loss of memory of the events, leaves nothing for the Dark Side to feed on. "Bad Carthus" loses his stutter, even if talking to an attractive woman.
Profession: Martial artist, Fringer
Skills: Unarmed Combat
Previous Faction: Jedi
Mastery Level: Knight
Lightsaber: Single
Color: Blue
Weapons:
(x2) Sayormi HeartStrikers (Knuckle Blades) Specially modified with Cortosis Weave
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
While he doesn't fight with a Lightsaber, Carthus uses the basic principles, advantages, and disadvantages of each Lightsaber style he knows as hand-to-hand forms, and can switch stances and forms the same as any Saber Wielder
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi : 2
Soresu : N/A
Ataru : 1
Shien / Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield:N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Practiced Martial Arts:
Broken Gate
Echani (Tier 1 & Firedancing)
Gand Martial Arts (Piercing Touch, Striking Mist)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Force Deflection
Specialized Skills:
Breath Control
Force Body
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 0
Body: 8
Sense: 2
Protection: 5
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Ship Name:
Bio: Age 04:
Deep in the Dead Forest of Kashyyyk, there lives a seclusive race called the Sayormi. Ruled by a Queen, they engage in voodoo practices and worship Dark Magics. Males are born into two separate casts: the warrior cast, which uphold the will of the Queen and neutralize threats to their forests, and the monk cast, who pass down oral traditions and stories, and also practice hand-to-hand combat in the form of martial arts. In the monk cast, and new boy was birthed, and had a fairly simple life (for a Sayormi). He was raised by a mother and father for the first three years, and in his fourth they began to visually teach him the very basics of their martial arts, mainly their stance, and how to properly punch and kick. But one day, the young Monk had a chance meeting with the Queen. She, being a Force-user, recognized his connection to the Force. Seeing him as a future threat, she ordered him to be executed. However, for whatever reason, his father took him and ran from the village and out of the forest, appearing in the brush below a village of Wookies. Behind him charged a handful of Sayormi warriors, brandishing axes. The Wookies of the village, who had no love for the Cult of the Dead Forest, rained bullets down on the group, until nothing moved. But when the Wookies descended to inspect the damage, they found the child unharmed, shielded by the Monk who carried him. One hasty Wookie raised their Bowcastor to fire, and would have, if not for the timely intervention of a visiting Jedi. He sensed the strong connection to the Force the child held, and wished to take him back to Coruscant with him to be trained. He was quickly accepted as an Initiate and placed into training with others his age.
Age 05 – Age 12
Carthus had an extremely difficult time as a youngling in the temple. He didn't make friends very well due to his attitude. Training was difficult for him, attempts to swing and block with a training blade would fumble, his instructors grew more and more weary every time his saber clattered to the floor. He had several noticeable issues with the lightsaber, including his dislike for the weight of it, his inability to block blasters with it, but most importantly, the fact that he was too nervous that it would hit him to actually use it on someone else. Despite the great strength of Force his teachers felt within him, his demonstrations of basic powers like Push and Pull were below average at best. It was only in powers that made use of his entire body such as Speed that he excelled in. He showed average grades in things like math and science, but what he truly enjoyed was during their martial-arts training. It helped that he had already absorbed a little bit of the basics of Sayormi martial arts, having been brought up in the Monk caste and seen them displayed on many occasions..
One day, several Masters came to see if any Initiates had the potential to be their Padawans. At this point, Carthus knew he'd not be chosen, he would never be chosen. What Jedi would take an apprentice who couldn't hold a blade, or move an object with their mind? What Jedi would accept a Padawan who couldn't use the Force properly? They were put through their normal paces while the Masters watched. Practicing with basic Force abilities only humiliated Carthus, as the Padawans of seven and eight could do more than he. Then they were paired off with training sabers. Carthus lost count of how many times he was struck on the wrists and knees, or was disarmed in only a few swings. Though he couldn't see them, he knew the Masters were wincing at his performance. Usually when he was disarmed his opponent would stop, and allow him to pick up his blade to start again, but then, during the last few minutes of the practice, he once again felt the hilt of his weapon fly out of his reach. But before he could stop to retrieve it, he realized his opponent was still coming, perhaps out of some last-ditch effort to impress one of the Masters. In a split second, Carthus caught the blade against the back of his left hand, and he sent his right straight into the nose of his opponent. He hadn't realized what happened until afterwards, and he apologized profusely, but what he didn't know was that he had peaked one of the master's interest with that punch. And it was the same Jedi who had saved him from the Wookie eight years ago.
Age 13 – Age 18
A year later, Carthus was still shocked to have been chosen to be a Padawan. A few weeks after he had visited, the Master returned, bearing two specially made, Cortosis-weaved Sayormi HeartStrikers, the traditional weapons of his people and a gift signifying his acceptance of Carthus as his new student. From then on he was rarely without something to do. He built his own lightsaber, though it was only ceremonial and he never uses it. Every day he would be training or studying, after a little while he began to go out on missions with his Master. Due to the fact that Carthus was unable to wield a lightsaber, his master immediately began teaching him how to re-direct ranged attacks using his hands and the Force. It began with rocks and continued for the next five years until he could successfully deflect blaster bolts with his palms. Any free time at the Temple was dedicated to studying various saber styles with the instructors. Carthus kept a journal with him at all times. The journal contained the knowledge he had obtained, and then modified into a form of unarmed combat so that he himself could perform them without having to use a lightsaber. After several years, Carthus had neglected training in most forms of the Force, in favor of studying all of the different saber styles. His Master noticed this, and decided that it was probably due to the fact that he was unable to use most Force powers effectively anyways.
He would go with his Master on peace keeping missions, and escort missions, but he preferred to stay in the background, and any trouble they encountered was usually small enough for his Master to take care of. Unfortunately that meant that he never really got any practice in actual combat situations. With the number of Dark Jedi, mercenaries, assassin droids, and other dangers throughout the Galaxy steadily rising, Carthus and his Master found themselves being sent on more dangerous missions, and were more frequently forced to do battle to defend themselves. Carthus disliked having to injure people so, and he preferred to attempt to talk his way out of fights, even more so than Jedi usually did. He would be forced to fight however, on many occasions, and his mastery of his own hand-to-hand techniques shown at these times, allowing him to quickly and gracefully dispatch small groups of enemies with ease. One missions, however, he would meet his match when he fought a Dark Jedi for the first time. Neither he or his Master were skilled enough to attempt to fight the Dark Jedi on their own, and so through combined effort, managed to force their opponent into a corner. Desperate, the Dark Jedi caused a mass of heavy boulders to fall on top of them, killing Carthus' master instantly. Carthus miraculously survived, but was trapped from the waist-down underneath the rubble. But, as the Dark Jedi approached to attempt to finish him off, Carthus became angry, and he changed. For the first time in his life, "Bad Carthus" took over. He began to lift the boulders off of himself, but his mediocre ability, mixed with exhaustion, would not allow him to get it up more than a couple of feet. Still, Carthus pushed himself past his limit. Finally, to the detriment of his body, he lifted the rubble off of himself and threw it all down on top of the Dark Jedi, killing him. But the strain on his body was too great, and Carthus blacked out immediately afterwards. When he awoke, he was on a transport back to Coruscant, and he had no memory of what had happened.
Age 19 – Age 25
Carthus dealt with the death of his Master surprisingly well. Though his peers offered their condolences, Carthus waved them off, preferring to continue his studies of the various Lightsaber forms in solitude. With the duel with the Dark Jedi serving as his Trial of Courage, and the bruises and broken bones that he had received serving as his Trial of the Flesh, Carthus opted complete all of his Jedi Trials in order to become a Knight. During this time, and old friend of his former Master's, an Echani Jedi, approached him and offered to become his new master. He accepted, not knowing what he was getting into, because the woman who he was training under, was strict and unforgiving in her lessons. She believed that Carthus' lack of ability in the Force had almost lead to his demise at the hands of the Dark Jedi, and believed that any more neglect in said department would lead him to the same fate of his master. Though most of the training was for naught and Carthus continued show below average results with techniques such as Push, Sense, and Heal, his new Master took notice of his overwhelming talent when it came to powers of the Body. He could run faster and jump higher than most others she had seen. With this in mind, she suggested to him to attempt to master the ability of Force Body, a complex but powerful technique that allowed the user to empower his or her connection with the Force at the cost of their own physical well-being, as a way to compensate for his inability to perform in the other areas. Carthus readily accepted the challenge, and for the next decade would devote countless hours meditating on and practicing the ability.
Though the Trial of Skill was hard, and any advantage his unorthodox technique had over the Jedi Battlemaster was quickly negated by his skill, he managed to hold off his powerful assault long enough to pass, but it was the Trial of Spirit that had a resounding impact on Carthus. For many, they looked inside themselves, and did battle with their own inner darkness, and Carthus was no exception. This was the first time he would ever meet "Bad Carthus" face to face. He was shocked and ashamed to learn that this alter-ego had fed on the power of the Dark Side to kill the Dark Jedi, which had been a thing of pride to Carthus. Now he knew why they said "Pride leads to the Dark side." Then it all came pouring out, he realized he had felt terrible all of these years. He blamed himself for the death of his Master, and now he hated himself for stooping to the Dark Jedi's level in order to beat him. His guilt made it easy for his alter-ego to overtake him, and it looked like he was going to win the battle. Then a thought, like a gleaming light, blinked "on" in his head. "Bad Carthus" was weak, weaker that "Good Carthus", the only thing that was actually defeating him in this duel was his own guilt, nothing more. "Bad Carthus" moves were clumsy and stupid, and relied too much on raw physical power. With this realization, he was able to easily defeat his alter-ego, and so completed his final trial.
At the age of Twenty-two, Carthus Okeer was made a Knight of the Jedi order, and as a present, his Master taught him the first tier of Echani Martial-arts, as well as Echani firedancing, which would become one of Carthus' signature fighting style in years to come. Now that he was a Knight, he was sent on more dangerous assignments, and by himself, often to dangerous parts of the galaxy, where battles with others were inevitable. But all of killing and death he would see on these missions would take their toll on Carthus' spirit, and he slowly but surely became disillusioned with the Jedi.
Age 26 – Age 33
It was only a few days after Carthus turned Twenty-six that his second Master died. She was the only friend Carthus really had left in the Order, and the only thing still tying him to it. She had been suffering from an inoperable disease since she was born, and the medication she received for it had been slowly losing it's affect. Finally, with Carthus by her side, she passed away. Carthus was hurt deeply by this, and grew even more distant from the rest of his colleagues in the Order. He would shut himself away from everyone else, and his only thoughts were on finishing his current studies and departing. Despite attempts to convince him otherwise, Carthus left the order. The two people who had been like family to him were gone, and he blamed himself for not being able to help them. He knew he coudn't have anything to do with the order while he felt this way, and so he gave up being a Jedi or using the Force altogether.
Presently
For the first time in his life, Carthus was truly free to do whatever he chose, so he wandered around the galaxy, sharpening his skills in the martial arts. He managed to learn a little of the illusive Gand Martial arts from a man he beat in a game of cards. He also entered into various tournaments of skill in order to test his ability. He had never felt as free as he did now, sure you got time to yourself in the order, but he had always felt the looming weight of responsibility hanging over his head, knowing at any moment he could get sent off to the back-end of the galaxy to witness death and depression no man should ever have to see. Now with no official job and nothing to do, Carthus wanders the galaxy, doing odd jobs for cash, and otherwise partaking in his new favorite activity, which is sticking his nose in other people's business.
RP Sample:
Single enemy, Force user!
A cool voice called out to Carthus from the darkness.
Makashi, The Contention Form!
He called back. As if on queue, a lone figure stepped into the light. He was faceless, and he wore no clothes, for his body was featureless. He held aloft a red lightsaber. In return, Carthus pulled his two Heartstikers from their sheathes, spinning each once around his pointer fingers before gripping them in his palms.
There was a great clashing of steel and hot plasma, as the spectral antagonist mercilessly swooped down upon Carthus. Each time it would bring it's blade down harder, and each time Carthus would parry the assault, retaliating with straight jabs. Finally it misstepped, and Carthus leapt at the opportunity. He jabbed once with his left hand, again with his right, and then both together, all in the space of a second. The red Saber spun into the air, Carthus dropped to one knee and kicked it's legs out from under it, causing it to fall and be impaled by it's own falling blade.
Carthus stood up and dusted himself off as the lights of the training room came on. His master stood in at the doorway. She stepped over the remains of the practice droid, and towards her apprentice.
Good job. I half expected you to attempt Ataru, seeing how you like to end fights quickly.
Carthus spun his blades around his fingers once more before slipping them back into their holsters.
I would have, but it's too much trouble to move that much for one, sub-Parr enemy. And I finished it off just as quick anyways.
She brushed a lock of silver hair off of her pale forehead.
So you did, though if it had been a real Dark Jedi, he probably would have survived that had he been well practiced in the Force.
And speaking of Force techniques, you've been neglecting your studies in Niman, so next you'll be taking on one Saber accompanied by a Blaster. You know the drill, take the Saber down with your blades, but neutralize the Blaster with a good solid push.
Oh come on! You know that pair always kills me!
His Master turned and walked out of the room, which became dark once again.
Exactly the reason you need to practice it more.
After a few minutes, a second pair of dark figures stepped out of the darkness, one grasping the hilt of a double-bladed lightsaber, the other, a heavy repeating blaster.
Crud, Thought Carthus as he unsheathed his weapons. I Knew there was a reason why that last round was so easy...
