Post by Quentin Highwind on May 25, 2013 6:58:53 GMT -5
Name: Quentin Highwind
Age: 27
Race: Human
Birth place: Drall
Height: 6'3”
Weight: 195lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Appearance:
Personality:
Profession:Smuggler
Mastery Level:Apprentice
Previous Faction/Rank:Jedi
Equipment:
Skills:
Force Attributes:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 3
Sense: 4
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Ataru : 4
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio:
RP Sample:
Age: 27
Race: Human
Birth place: Drall
Height: 6'3”
Weight: 195lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Appearance:
Quentin is a scruffy looking nerfherder who still has a padawan braid which dangles over a bandanna he constantly wears on his forehead. He has unkempt long hair and a scruffy stubble across his face. He has a stooped gait and often slouches when sat. Quentin has a slight scar across his face from his last mission against a Sith cult, something which is a painful reminder of who he once was, and how he abandoned his old life.
His eyes are a brilliant blue while his skin is tanned and rough thanks to the regular sand storms he faced while on Tatooine. His clothes are worn out and dusty, only bothering to clean them once in a blue moon and living on the desert planet gives them a sand blasted look. Quentin will also never be seen without a small courier's satchel, he doesn't actually use it for smuggling but keeps a data pad in there to keep track of his journeys and log his experiences.
His eyes are a brilliant blue while his skin is tanned and rough thanks to the regular sand storms he faced while on Tatooine. His clothes are worn out and dusty, only bothering to clean them once in a blue moon and living on the desert planet gives them a sand blasted look. Quentin will also never be seen without a small courier's satchel, he doesn't actually use it for smuggling but keeps a data pad in there to keep track of his journeys and log his experiences.
Personality:
Quentin is a free-spirited individual, although his happy-go-lucky attitude and cunning sales personality (thanks to working for a time at a Tatooine scrap yard) is often tempered with the caution and patience of his apprentice days. When in meetings with potential clients, or even when in the cantinas with other smugglers he will tend to be much more quiet than usual, that being said, sometimes he can't help but make some sort of smart remark, his mouth sometimes gets him into trouble.
He is a kind and compassionate man, something he learned through his master who taught him virtuous behavior. He will help those in need where he can and will turn down any jobs that cause harm to innocents (he once delivered a package containing a dangerous chemical weapon, no questions asked, when he found out that it was used to wipe a planet of it's native population, he vowed never to move that kind of thing again).
Mastery Level:Apprentice
Previous Faction/Rank:Jedi
Equipment:
- Blaster
- Lightsaber [standard hilt][blue power crystal]
- Light body armour
Skills:
Force Attributes:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 3
Sense: 4
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Ataru : 4
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio:
Quentin was born on Drall to his father, Thes Fyr, a Jedi knight on a peacekeeping mission and his mother, Alaki Mesoth who was serving as an emissary to the Drall people, studying them, trading with them etc. As his father knew that he would find no higher cause in being a bastard child, and it was forbidden for him to have the child, he took him to the academy under the pretense that he had found the baby upon Drall and sensed he had a calling to the force, as such, Quentin was raised in the academy.
His father, although he wanted to take him on as his own apprentice, something which the council also suggested due to the fact that he was the one who found Quentin, he declined and asked his close friend, Kotrana Kortu (another Jedi Knight) to mentor him instead so he could watch from a distance (he was still involved in some of Quentin's training, acting as an aide to Kotrana when needed). When he came of age he entered into his apprenticeship and went through his padawan training.
Kotrana watched Quentin develop, still unsure about mentoring him, he felt uncomfortable that Quentin would grow up without family and the risk of him turning to the dark side was far higher than the others. Although he suggested to Thes the idea of telling Quentin about his real father, he declined and asked him to keep him in the dark about it, for fear of the council finding out.
Although Quentin was a promising student, something that was noted during various missions with Kotrana where he showed courage and intelligence and excellent skill with a lightsaber, he never really excelled in anything and simply performed just above the minimum required, this wasn't Quentin's intention and the fact that he couldn't obtain a focus frustrated him, and made him angry, he felt that this was due to the high pressure and regime of the academy's training program. Throughout his growth he was well liked in the academy and was friendly and on good terms with his fellow students, he would often go and practice out of academy hours with the other padawans, other than that, sometimes he'd simply sneak out and watch ships taking off into the night sky, wondering where they were going, and although he looked up to the knights he saw every day as paragons of justice and light, he still felt that the discipline and rules were not for him, but he continued with encouragement from his superior.
Kotrana looked to his predecessors for help, going to former members of the council, they too sensed inner conflict in Quentin and the fact that he had doubts about his training, as such they advised Kotrana to keep an eye on him and try and steer him to the more meditative and peaceful ways of the force, Kotrana knew that he would have to increase the focus of the training in order to attain this, putting pressure on Quentin.
Kotrana always pushed him to try harder and to focus his energy on developing a specific skill set, but no matter how much he tried to persuade him, Quentin continued to simply average out, not being able to focus. During his training however, he did display quite sufficient skill with the Ataru form, something his master tried to use to motivate the boy and push him further to hone his skills.
He went on various missions with his tutor, it gave him time to reflect on his development and what he wanted to do with his life, his doubts against the academy grew and grew, but he didn't discuss them with his master, for fear of being accosted or being thrown out and left homeless.
After his 22nd Birthday, Quentin's master took him on a mission to find and eradicate the remnants of a Sith worshiping cult so that he may pass his trial of courage, however, a Dark Jedi looking for an easy living had arrived to take advantage of the cult's ways and confronted the Jedi, proving more powerful than Quentin's master had anticipated, he was quickly disarmed and when Quentin was faced with the choice to fight or flee, the thoughts of the academy flashed through his mind, how little he had cared for the lifestyle, the discipline and ultimately the fact that, the only reason he had been there is because he had nowhere else to go, no home, no family, just the academy. He ran, abandoning his master and never looking back. Whether or not he is still alive, Quentin doesn't know.
After that day, he could not face the shame of returning to the academy, as such he drifted for sometime before making an extended stay on Tatooine. He managed to get employment as a scrap dealer, working under an old junkyard manager who was getting too old himself, and seeking an apprentice to help manage the yard. His graft and cunning, which he developed through bartering at the scrap yard and participating in out of hours dice games and card games at the cantina (quickly learning the ins and outs of deception, learning how to pick up someone's 'tell' and how to talk his way out of a sticky situation) were quickly noted by low level criminals who pressured him into couriering items cross planet.
After being successful and managing to outwit both the authorities and rival couriers he quickly moved on to larger pay loads and started smuggling items from and to Tatooine with a ship he bought and modified with the help of his mentor. He's traveled everywhere with small packages of high value, constantly honing his piloting skill and taking riskier and riskier jobs, sometimes his services are totally legitimate, i.e. providing an extremely fast taxi service for important individuals. Quentin is either on a job, or sat in a cantina, however, sometimes, still following his old ways he will sit in the cockpit and reflect, meditate and focus his thoughts, every so often, catching a glimpse of his dusty lightsaber and a frown passing across his face.
After being successful and managing to outwit both the authorities and rival couriers he quickly moved on to larger pay loads and started smuggling items from and to Tatooine with a ship he bought and modified with the help of his mentor. He's traveled everywhere with small packages of high value, constantly honing his piloting skill and taking riskier and riskier jobs, sometimes his services are totally legitimate, i.e. providing an extremely fast taxi service for important individuals. Quentin is either on a job, or sat in a cantina, however, sometimes, still following his old ways he will sit in the cockpit and reflect, meditate and focus his thoughts, every so often, catching a glimpse of his dusty lightsaber and a frown passing across his face.
RP Sample:
Quentin cried out as the laser grazed his craft, sending it spinning past an asteroid, almost hitting, various panels and alarms were flashing and sounding, all of them red and loud. He quickly flicked some switches seeming to neutralize some of the problems, looking round in his cockpit to see his pursuer was gaining on him he ducked under another asteroid, trying to shake him off. His heart was pounding, he could hear it slamming in his ears as he made more maneuvers trying to lose his adversary. “That's the last time I steal a Mandalorian artifact, I don't care how much they pay me!” He shouted to himself, again just dodging a laser blast as it scorched a nearby floating rock. A small fragment of the asteroid clipped his ship, opening up a hole and short circuiting his navigation systems, he was flying blind now.
Quentin pushed his braid out the way of his face as his hair now hung loose across his forehead, beaded with sweat he carefully navigated the asteroids, for now it seemed the Mandalorians were taking the safe route above the asteroid field and keeping tracks of his location. It probably didn't help his cause that he was in a Mandalorian craft himself. He cleared the asteroid field with a sigh of relief only to be hit with a barrage of artillery from the Mandalorians, he quickly spun out of the way and fired up the thrusters, heading into the planet's atmosphere faster than he should have done, he could feel the heat and the pressure emanating through the glass, yet again though, the people chasing him had drawn back, and for good reason, parts of Quentin's ship were peeling off as his speed picked up, hurtling toward the surface.
His craft powered down abruptly. Quentin looked about desperately and tried to power it up again, every time a flicker from the display which would then revert to a black screen. He yelled in desperation and kicked the panel on his ship which, funnily enough seemed to do the trick as the ship juddered back to life again. He pulled up, about twenty feet from the ground, the ship still crashed, embedding itself in the dirt, but Quentin had avoided his death, narrowly.