Post by Meira on Feb 23, 2013 15:34:26 GMT -5
Name: Yonn Gason
Age: 28
Race: Nautolan
Birth place: Glee Anselm
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 165
Eye Color: Black, silvery swirls
Hair Color: n/a
Appearance:
Not my image. Credit goes to the artist.
Yonn is of average height with a well-toned musculature. His skin is on the green side of turquoise, with yellow-green spots scattered across his tentacles. Not noticeable unless closely observed, Yonn is missing three of the tentacles located at the nape of his neck, just below the back of his head. When looked at closely, one can see the scars from when they were removed.
Attire wise, Yonn tends to gravitate toward comfort and utility, with the occasional impulsive but of “flair”. Generally, his appearance could be categorized as slightly disheveled, as if he’d worn his clothes to bed. This is entirely possible most of the time. He is not unhygienic, but neatness comes to him as more of an afterthought, if at all.
Personality:
Scattered. With the loss of three tentacles –a central part of Nautolan communication- Yonn has developed something of a thought disorder. His thought processes can be erratic and ever changing, creating an outward appearance of impulsivity and flightiness. His speech is often rapid, more so when excited, and he sometimes has difficulty keeping to one topic. He has a habit of speaking his thoughts out loud, as if conversing with himself. He has a tendency to seem twitchy and is easily distracted.
Yonn has a fondness for new and novel things, ideas, and people. He keeps a collection of what others would likely view as junk. He is quite possessive of this collection and can become somewhat frantic when his trinkets are disturbed.
The concept of personal space is a difficult thing for Yonn to grasp, and so he often stands to close when speaking with others, especially if he finds the other person to be interesting. Couple this with a tendency to move in what can only be described as hops, dashes, and jumps, and Yonn creates a general air of someone who has a few screws loose.
Luckily, Yonn is a generally happy and friendly man, albeit quite strange. So while his overall demeanor is off-putting, it is not generally threatening. He is jovial and finds humor at almost every turn. But like any sentient being, Yonn is prone to other emotions as well. Like his overall affect, Yonn’s other emotions tend to seem exaggerated. When angered, he tends to explode rather than fester, becoming physical and confrontational rather quickly. When saddened, he tends to retreat, seeking solitude in his grief. But these emotions, though strong and sudden at their onset, tend to fade quickly when not continually stimulated and Yonn can return to his usual state as if nothing had happened. These bizarre swings in mood can be jarring to those around him while Yonn tends to seem utterly unfazed.
Profession: Muscle for Hire (Grey Jedi)
Mastery Level: Knight
Previous Faction/Rank: Wardens of the Sky/Apprentice
Equipment:
Collapsible durasteel baton
Small blaster kept in boot
Starship: n/a
Skills:
Tae-Jitsu practitioner, focus on “Drunken Fist” style
Skilled in many techniques used by the Wardens of the Sky
Lightsaber: n/a
Color: n/a
Practiced Lightsaber forms: n/a
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense:2
Protection: 6
Healing: 3
Destruction: 3
Specialized Powers:
Force Absorb
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 3
Bio:
Yonn Gason was not born with that name. When he was first brought into the world, he was called Bit Hern. This name would only be his for a short while before it was lost forever. His parents were stricken with grief when the Arkanian doctor told them their son had passed during the routine tests that were performed post postpartum. This was a lie. The same lie that was told to the parents of a female Nautolan born the very same day. The two infants were not dead. They were alive and healthy and secreted away by the Arkanian.
This man, a doctor by all technicalities, was in truth something more akin to a monster. Like many of his race, he believed himself to be the pinnacle of sentient life. Because of his madness, he saw no wrong in the taking of these children, nor in the experimentation he would subject them to in the years to come. The children, now known as Yonn and De, came to call the Arkanian Papa. As cold and distant as the Arkanian was to the children, leaving most of their basic needs to be met by a nanny droid, they still formed a sense of attachment to him. But for all purposes, Papa saw the two as only a means to further his understanding.
In Papa's eyes, the two were the key to unlocking the curious communicative abilities of the Nautolans. Their ability to sense pheromones and communicate through subtle gestures had fascinated the man. Even more so, he was fascinated by how these abilities might be interrupted and the outcomes such an interruption might cause.
His newly established laboratory on Tibrin allowed Papa the ability to raise the two children with an aquatic environment at hand. The children were kept exceptionally healthy and tutored through holovids when they'd reached school age. Apart from a number of medical examinations, the children led something of a normal life and were, in fact, quite happy. But at the age of five, Papa's agenda for the two had changed.
By this age they were well established in both Basic and Nautolan, but with a considerable amount of time yet to truly master both languages. It was the ideal time to begin his true work. The children were anesthetized and one tentacle each was removed from the base of the skull. When they awoke, there was considerable confusion, and fear. Both were expected reactions. What interested Papa more would be what would follow.
The difference was not a blatant one. The children seemed to stumble in their words from time to time. Memory tests showed a slight, but notable decrease in word recall exercises. Certain word problems were completed slower, and overall comprehension was diminished. As expected, this difference was slightly larger when the children conversed in Nautolan while submerged.
Papa allowed the two a few years like this so that he could study their adaptation over time. And adapt they did. In just a couple of years, the two seemed to have compensated for their loss and were nearly back to pre-surgery scores in their tests. It was time to take another.
The difference with a second tentacle removed was much more noticeable. The children, now eight years old, were considerably confused upon awakening. Their ability to focus on a conversation was markedly decreased, as were their verbal comprehension scores. Interestingly, their behavior was affected as well. De showed a tendency toward introversion, while Yonn's behavior became more impulsive and outward. This time, their adaptation was slower, and even after four years, they were unable to reach their previous ability levels.
But now, Papa was truly interested in how the removal of another tentacle would affect the now preadolescent Nautolans. The results, for Papa, were fascinating. De was all but completely incapacitated. She became almost mute, and when she did speak, it was mostly gibberish. Yonn displayed excessively erratic behavior and an inability to filter or even stop his thoughts.
Unfortunately, Papa would not have the chance to further study the children. An Ishi Tib task force was dispatched to his laboratory after repeated attempts by the local School government to contact him in regard to his so called environmental research. Papa was arrested for falsifying research permits and the children were taken into protective custody. Arrangements were made for the two to be taken back to Glee Anselm. When asked of their names, the children replied Yonn Gason and De Tifi, respectively. Neither knew that in their Papa's language, these names were merely their designation within his research. They translated to basic as 'one, male' and 'two, female'.
Their return trip to Glee Anselm would be a fateful time for Yonn. The two were destined for a group home, but Yonn's path would turn out to take a different turn. Aboard the ship was a man by the name of Oswald Card. Oz, as he was most commonly called, was a Warden of the Sky. He kept this fact largely secret, making it easier for him to watch over the trade route he traveled with this transport crew. Oz could sense the force in Yonn. It was infantile and weak from lack of use or training, but it was there.
When they reached Glee Anselm, Oz took leave of the crew and spent the next few months going through the paperwork to adopt Yonn. When all was done and in order, Oz used his savings to buy a small ship and the two were away. Oz had a mind to train Yonn and see him become a Warden of the Sky, as himself. Perhaps if he could, then Yonn could help ensure that others didn't suffer the same fate as he had. But training Yonn would not be a simple task.
The first few years of Yonn's training consisted mostly of Oz trying his best to repair what he could of Yonn's mind. Oz' expertise was in more physical manipulations of the force, however, and so the two paid many visits to an old Jedi friend of Oz. Bedem was a healer amongst the Jedi, well known for his abilities to soothe trauma and mental qualms. He'd warned that Yonn would not be restored, but conceded to helping the boy regain some sense of focus.
Over time, with Bedem's treatments and Oz' guidance, Yonn learned the art of meditation to calm his mind and slow his speeding thoughts. With this, he began to study the Tae-Jitsu arts under Oz. The man was a master of many forms, but his preferred style was known as Drunken Fist. This form suited Yonn well, who already moved in what appeared to be an off balance manner. As he learned the form, Oz also taught Yonn how to apply the force to his movements, making his strikes harder and his blocks stronger. Most valuable of the lessons, however, was the ability to absorb energy.
As a Warden of the Sky, Oz did not often use a blaster. When on a ship, it was much safer to disable an enemy by hand. But their enemies did not often play by the same rules. The danger of being shot was high, and without a lightsaber, Oz had to learn how to protect himself. The ability was a difficult one for Yonn to learn, and to this day he is not great at it. Even Oz, who'd become something of a master of the technique, admitted he'd be unable to stop a direct shot. But by moving quickly and in the unpredictable manner of the Drunken Fist style, glancing blows could be deflected or absorbed safely.
And so through his teens and early twenties, Yonn and Oz traveled the space lanes in search of opportunities to stop corruption and allow travelers the safety they deserved. Much of their work was contracted out through small companies who didn't have the means to protect their goods while being transported. They'd ride along with the crews, helping out where they could and standing in wait should trouble arise. More often than not, their trips were uneventful, but Oz saw this as a good thing. Yonn, on the other hand, often grew restless, wanting adventure.
Their clashing mindsets finally came to a head in Yonn's twenty-fifth year. Yonn had heard of a group of bounty hunters who'd made a name for themselves through flashy, high risk jobs. Yonn wanted to be like them, to go after pirates or slavers, rather than sit and wait for trouble to come to them. Oz refused to stoop to such levels. Finally, Yonn realized he had no real reason to stay under Oz' command. He took his few belonging and left the man behind while they were docked at Umgul. Surely here, amongst the gamblers and other shady peoples of the galaxy, Yonn would find the adventure he sought.
It was easier said than done. Yonn was hard pressed to find a group willing to take on such a strange alien, even with his skill set. His mannerisms, understood and tolerated by Oz, left Yonn an outcast among others. He could find work from time to time, but nothing lasted once people got to know him. But it was too late to go crawling back to Oz now. Yonn had to prove he could make it on his own. And so for three years, Yonn has lived hand to mouth, taking work where he can, for as long as he can; seeking novelty and adventure wherever it might hide.
RP Sample:
He was holding his breath. Every muscle in his body tensed and controlled; not an easy task for Yonn. His lower lip was held tightly between teeth, half his face scrunched and contorted with concentration as he laid the final coaster at the peak of his construction. The house was the fruit of a good hour of labor on Yonn's part, and he was quite proud of his creation. With the final piece in place, he reached for his glass for a victory drink. But it lifted too easily from the counter top. Yonn brought the glass to one eye, peering down inside of it to find it empty.
"Not good. Gone too quick. More now. BARKEEP!" Yonn turned, stepping up onto the bar stool in his path and then down again on the other side, moving along the bar until he reached the man who looked at him with fading patience in his eyes.
"Another one?" the bartender asked.
"Yes, please. Green, please. NO! The blue stuff." Yonn strummed his fingers on the bar.
"You sure?"
"Hmm? STOP THAT'S MINE!" and Yonn was dashing back along the bar as his coaster palace came tumbling down. Yonn launched himself onto the empty bar stool and his momentum caused it to teeter toward the offending human. As it fell, Yonn stepped down off of it, his hand touching at the man's back. With a bit of umpf from the force, Yonn pushed the man away and then turned to lament the rubble of his creation.
"Where d'you come off pushin' a guy around like that?" Came the voice of the man Yonn had pushed away. He was picking himself up off the overturned table and chairs that Yonn had caused him to create. Yonn managed to see him lunge from the corner of his eye and promptly fell to the floor, limp as a noodle. The man, confused, wobbled as he suddenly halted, and in that moment, Yonn lifted his leg in a swift kick to the man's groin. As he doubled over, coughing in pain, Yonn launched himself back to his feet and took what appeared to be a few faltering steps toward his assailant. The man tried to lunge again, but Yonn hopped over him and sent him falling to the floor. Yonn followed a moment later, his elbow landing squarely in the man's chest,knocking the air out of him.
"That's enough!" the bartender cried, laying a blaster on the bar top. Yonn rolled over, placing his hand on the other man's face and pushing up to a standing position. There was a glass of blue liquid on the bar.
"Mine?" he asked, reaching his hand out and stumbling toward it. The bartender swept the glass away before he got there.
"I think you've had enough." he said.
Without stopping, Yonn turned and stepped onto the man still on the floor, eliciting another groan. "Right. OK. Bye then." and he was out the door.
Age: 28
Race: Nautolan
Birth place: Glee Anselm
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 165
Eye Color: Black, silvery swirls
Hair Color: n/a
Appearance:
Not my image. Credit goes to the artist.
Yonn is of average height with a well-toned musculature. His skin is on the green side of turquoise, with yellow-green spots scattered across his tentacles. Not noticeable unless closely observed, Yonn is missing three of the tentacles located at the nape of his neck, just below the back of his head. When looked at closely, one can see the scars from when they were removed.
Attire wise, Yonn tends to gravitate toward comfort and utility, with the occasional impulsive but of “flair”. Generally, his appearance could be categorized as slightly disheveled, as if he’d worn his clothes to bed. This is entirely possible most of the time. He is not unhygienic, but neatness comes to him as more of an afterthought, if at all.
Personality:
Scattered. With the loss of three tentacles –a central part of Nautolan communication- Yonn has developed something of a thought disorder. His thought processes can be erratic and ever changing, creating an outward appearance of impulsivity and flightiness. His speech is often rapid, more so when excited, and he sometimes has difficulty keeping to one topic. He has a habit of speaking his thoughts out loud, as if conversing with himself. He has a tendency to seem twitchy and is easily distracted.
Yonn has a fondness for new and novel things, ideas, and people. He keeps a collection of what others would likely view as junk. He is quite possessive of this collection and can become somewhat frantic when his trinkets are disturbed.
The concept of personal space is a difficult thing for Yonn to grasp, and so he often stands to close when speaking with others, especially if he finds the other person to be interesting. Couple this with a tendency to move in what can only be described as hops, dashes, and jumps, and Yonn creates a general air of someone who has a few screws loose.
Luckily, Yonn is a generally happy and friendly man, albeit quite strange. So while his overall demeanor is off-putting, it is not generally threatening. He is jovial and finds humor at almost every turn. But like any sentient being, Yonn is prone to other emotions as well. Like his overall affect, Yonn’s other emotions tend to seem exaggerated. When angered, he tends to explode rather than fester, becoming physical and confrontational rather quickly. When saddened, he tends to retreat, seeking solitude in his grief. But these emotions, though strong and sudden at their onset, tend to fade quickly when not continually stimulated and Yonn can return to his usual state as if nothing had happened. These bizarre swings in mood can be jarring to those around him while Yonn tends to seem utterly unfazed.
Profession: Muscle for Hire (Grey Jedi)
Mastery Level: Knight
Previous Faction/Rank: Wardens of the Sky/Apprentice
Equipment:
Collapsible durasteel baton
Small blaster kept in boot
Starship: n/a
Skills:
Tae-Jitsu practitioner, focus on “Drunken Fist” style
Skilled in many techniques used by the Wardens of the Sky
Lightsaber: n/a
Color: n/a
Practiced Lightsaber forms: n/a
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense:2
Protection: 6
Healing: 3
Destruction: 3
Specialized Powers:
Force Absorb
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 3
Bio:
Yonn Gason was not born with that name. When he was first brought into the world, he was called Bit Hern. This name would only be his for a short while before it was lost forever. His parents were stricken with grief when the Arkanian doctor told them their son had passed during the routine tests that were performed post postpartum. This was a lie. The same lie that was told to the parents of a female Nautolan born the very same day. The two infants were not dead. They were alive and healthy and secreted away by the Arkanian.
This man, a doctor by all technicalities, was in truth something more akin to a monster. Like many of his race, he believed himself to be the pinnacle of sentient life. Because of his madness, he saw no wrong in the taking of these children, nor in the experimentation he would subject them to in the years to come. The children, now known as Yonn and De, came to call the Arkanian Papa. As cold and distant as the Arkanian was to the children, leaving most of their basic needs to be met by a nanny droid, they still formed a sense of attachment to him. But for all purposes, Papa saw the two as only a means to further his understanding.
In Papa's eyes, the two were the key to unlocking the curious communicative abilities of the Nautolans. Their ability to sense pheromones and communicate through subtle gestures had fascinated the man. Even more so, he was fascinated by how these abilities might be interrupted and the outcomes such an interruption might cause.
His newly established laboratory on Tibrin allowed Papa the ability to raise the two children with an aquatic environment at hand. The children were kept exceptionally healthy and tutored through holovids when they'd reached school age. Apart from a number of medical examinations, the children led something of a normal life and were, in fact, quite happy. But at the age of five, Papa's agenda for the two had changed.
By this age they were well established in both Basic and Nautolan, but with a considerable amount of time yet to truly master both languages. It was the ideal time to begin his true work. The children were anesthetized and one tentacle each was removed from the base of the skull. When they awoke, there was considerable confusion, and fear. Both were expected reactions. What interested Papa more would be what would follow.
The difference was not a blatant one. The children seemed to stumble in their words from time to time. Memory tests showed a slight, but notable decrease in word recall exercises. Certain word problems were completed slower, and overall comprehension was diminished. As expected, this difference was slightly larger when the children conversed in Nautolan while submerged.
Papa allowed the two a few years like this so that he could study their adaptation over time. And adapt they did. In just a couple of years, the two seemed to have compensated for their loss and were nearly back to pre-surgery scores in their tests. It was time to take another.
The difference with a second tentacle removed was much more noticeable. The children, now eight years old, were considerably confused upon awakening. Their ability to focus on a conversation was markedly decreased, as were their verbal comprehension scores. Interestingly, their behavior was affected as well. De showed a tendency toward introversion, while Yonn's behavior became more impulsive and outward. This time, their adaptation was slower, and even after four years, they were unable to reach their previous ability levels.
But now, Papa was truly interested in how the removal of another tentacle would affect the now preadolescent Nautolans. The results, for Papa, were fascinating. De was all but completely incapacitated. She became almost mute, and when she did speak, it was mostly gibberish. Yonn displayed excessively erratic behavior and an inability to filter or even stop his thoughts.
Unfortunately, Papa would not have the chance to further study the children. An Ishi Tib task force was dispatched to his laboratory after repeated attempts by the local School government to contact him in regard to his so called environmental research. Papa was arrested for falsifying research permits and the children were taken into protective custody. Arrangements were made for the two to be taken back to Glee Anselm. When asked of their names, the children replied Yonn Gason and De Tifi, respectively. Neither knew that in their Papa's language, these names were merely their designation within his research. They translated to basic as 'one, male' and 'two, female'.
Their return trip to Glee Anselm would be a fateful time for Yonn. The two were destined for a group home, but Yonn's path would turn out to take a different turn. Aboard the ship was a man by the name of Oswald Card. Oz, as he was most commonly called, was a Warden of the Sky. He kept this fact largely secret, making it easier for him to watch over the trade route he traveled with this transport crew. Oz could sense the force in Yonn. It was infantile and weak from lack of use or training, but it was there.
When they reached Glee Anselm, Oz took leave of the crew and spent the next few months going through the paperwork to adopt Yonn. When all was done and in order, Oz used his savings to buy a small ship and the two were away. Oz had a mind to train Yonn and see him become a Warden of the Sky, as himself. Perhaps if he could, then Yonn could help ensure that others didn't suffer the same fate as he had. But training Yonn would not be a simple task.
The first few years of Yonn's training consisted mostly of Oz trying his best to repair what he could of Yonn's mind. Oz' expertise was in more physical manipulations of the force, however, and so the two paid many visits to an old Jedi friend of Oz. Bedem was a healer amongst the Jedi, well known for his abilities to soothe trauma and mental qualms. He'd warned that Yonn would not be restored, but conceded to helping the boy regain some sense of focus.
Over time, with Bedem's treatments and Oz' guidance, Yonn learned the art of meditation to calm his mind and slow his speeding thoughts. With this, he began to study the Tae-Jitsu arts under Oz. The man was a master of many forms, but his preferred style was known as Drunken Fist. This form suited Yonn well, who already moved in what appeared to be an off balance manner. As he learned the form, Oz also taught Yonn how to apply the force to his movements, making his strikes harder and his blocks stronger. Most valuable of the lessons, however, was the ability to absorb energy.
As a Warden of the Sky, Oz did not often use a blaster. When on a ship, it was much safer to disable an enemy by hand. But their enemies did not often play by the same rules. The danger of being shot was high, and without a lightsaber, Oz had to learn how to protect himself. The ability was a difficult one for Yonn to learn, and to this day he is not great at it. Even Oz, who'd become something of a master of the technique, admitted he'd be unable to stop a direct shot. But by moving quickly and in the unpredictable manner of the Drunken Fist style, glancing blows could be deflected or absorbed safely.
And so through his teens and early twenties, Yonn and Oz traveled the space lanes in search of opportunities to stop corruption and allow travelers the safety they deserved. Much of their work was contracted out through small companies who didn't have the means to protect their goods while being transported. They'd ride along with the crews, helping out where they could and standing in wait should trouble arise. More often than not, their trips were uneventful, but Oz saw this as a good thing. Yonn, on the other hand, often grew restless, wanting adventure.
Their clashing mindsets finally came to a head in Yonn's twenty-fifth year. Yonn had heard of a group of bounty hunters who'd made a name for themselves through flashy, high risk jobs. Yonn wanted to be like them, to go after pirates or slavers, rather than sit and wait for trouble to come to them. Oz refused to stoop to such levels. Finally, Yonn realized he had no real reason to stay under Oz' command. He took his few belonging and left the man behind while they were docked at Umgul. Surely here, amongst the gamblers and other shady peoples of the galaxy, Yonn would find the adventure he sought.
It was easier said than done. Yonn was hard pressed to find a group willing to take on such a strange alien, even with his skill set. His mannerisms, understood and tolerated by Oz, left Yonn an outcast among others. He could find work from time to time, but nothing lasted once people got to know him. But it was too late to go crawling back to Oz now. Yonn had to prove he could make it on his own. And so for three years, Yonn has lived hand to mouth, taking work where he can, for as long as he can; seeking novelty and adventure wherever it might hide.
RP Sample:
He was holding his breath. Every muscle in his body tensed and controlled; not an easy task for Yonn. His lower lip was held tightly between teeth, half his face scrunched and contorted with concentration as he laid the final coaster at the peak of his construction. The house was the fruit of a good hour of labor on Yonn's part, and he was quite proud of his creation. With the final piece in place, he reached for his glass for a victory drink. But it lifted too easily from the counter top. Yonn brought the glass to one eye, peering down inside of it to find it empty.
"Not good. Gone too quick. More now. BARKEEP!" Yonn turned, stepping up onto the bar stool in his path and then down again on the other side, moving along the bar until he reached the man who looked at him with fading patience in his eyes.
"Another one?" the bartender asked.
"Yes, please. Green, please. NO! The blue stuff." Yonn strummed his fingers on the bar.
"You sure?"
"Hmm? STOP THAT'S MINE!" and Yonn was dashing back along the bar as his coaster palace came tumbling down. Yonn launched himself onto the empty bar stool and his momentum caused it to teeter toward the offending human. As it fell, Yonn stepped down off of it, his hand touching at the man's back. With a bit of umpf from the force, Yonn pushed the man away and then turned to lament the rubble of his creation.
"Where d'you come off pushin' a guy around like that?" Came the voice of the man Yonn had pushed away. He was picking himself up off the overturned table and chairs that Yonn had caused him to create. Yonn managed to see him lunge from the corner of his eye and promptly fell to the floor, limp as a noodle. The man, confused, wobbled as he suddenly halted, and in that moment, Yonn lifted his leg in a swift kick to the man's groin. As he doubled over, coughing in pain, Yonn launched himself back to his feet and took what appeared to be a few faltering steps toward his assailant. The man tried to lunge again, but Yonn hopped over him and sent him falling to the floor. Yonn followed a moment later, his elbow landing squarely in the man's chest,knocking the air out of him.
"That's enough!" the bartender cried, laying a blaster on the bar top. Yonn rolled over, placing his hand on the other man's face and pushing up to a standing position. There was a glass of blue liquid on the bar.
"Mine?" he asked, reaching his hand out and stumbling toward it. The bartender swept the glass away before he got there.
"I think you've had enough." he said.
Without stopping, Yonn turned and stepped onto the man still on the floor, eliciting another groan. "Right. OK. Bye then." and he was out the door.
