Post by Dutch on Jul 16, 2009 16:26:33 GMT -5
Name:Ozzril “Ozzie” Ackbar
Race: Mon Calamari
Age: 54
Height:5’10”
Weight:147
Appearance: Ozzie is of average height weight by Mon Cal standards, with smooth, mottled salmon colored skin with amber eyes. A smile often dons the face of the aging Jedi, his “whiskers” at the sides of his moth are very long from age, Ozzie is often seen stroking or fiddling with them in thought. His robes are a bit less traditional than most, preferring the feel of Mon Cal made clothing. He wears the typical under robe of the Jedi, a deep blue in color, but over that a sleeveless white robe that extends to his knees. On his legs he wears standard issue Jedi pants that are the same color as his under robes. Around his waist Ozzie wears a thick brown leather belt he often rests his hands on. He wears simple sandals for foot protection, making sure it was easy to kick them off when needed. Ozzie’s left hand is missing his smallest finger on the flat side- a wound from when he was younger. A common sight to see around Ozzie would be an apprentice, but just having his most recent one get promoted, he isn’t seen with any- something he misses. He speaks with the watery, gritty, and hoarse voice of a typical Mon Cal, though Ozzie’s is often more amused sounding.
Birth place: Dac (Mon Calamari)
Faction: Jedi
Rank:High Council Member (Master)
Bio:
Ozzril Ackbar was born on Dac to two important Mon Cal. His father, Onoma, was an active politician in the galactic senate, and his mother, Cha, was a former Jedi who left the order- not out of anger, or hate, but after losing her first apprentice, she felt her role in life should be for her people only. Cha regretted leaving the order, but that regret passed when she met Onoma. Cha often worked as Onoma’s assistant and advisor, helping her husband as he worked his way up the political ladder. Not quite a senator, but a representative of Dac in the Senate.
It was before Ozzie was even born that his destiny was chosen, Cha having had a vision of her son as a great Jedi. The night after that vision, she contacted the Jedi, and let them know that her son would be sensitive. Onoma at first was opposed to his first born son to be taken from him, but Cha explained all the good their son could do in the order, explaining that just because the Jedi were not right for her, didn’t mean they weren’t right for him. So, not long after birth, Ozzril was taken from Dac to Coruscant to begin his training.
Ozzie showed great promise from the start, taking to using the Force, as well as a lightsaber like a fish to water (excuse the pun XD). When not training, he would spend many hours in the library of the temple, learning and studying everything he could, his thirst for knowledge unquenchable. It wasn’t a greedy thirst though, just natural curiosity in the only world he knows. Ozzie made friends easily, his natural kindness and good humor going far. Ozzie’s closest friend was a young human female named Denni, the two bonding from the first time they met as young children. And so, when not in class, Denni and Ozzril would often either spar with one another, or go to the library and study with one another. At age eight, Ozzie was introduced to a male Togruta Jedi named Koto. Koto explained that he had chosen Ozzril as his next apprentice, and had just gotten Council approval. Ozzie knew this day would come, but didn’t realize it would be so soon. Koto explained that he would not take Ozzie right away though, his current apprentice still needed to pass the trials. And so for two more years Ozzie trained and learned in the Temple, with Denni at his side for most of it, until at ten, Koto came, and took Ozzril for advanced training.
When Ozzie left the Temple, he was told to leave everything behind but his robes- including the lightsaber he used for training, and all communications with friends. Koto took Ozzie with him everywhere he went. Each mission given to the veteran Jedi accomplished deftly, but still even parting his knowledge onto the young Mon Cal. At 12 Koto took Ozzril to Dantooine with one thing in mind: a lightsaber for Ozzie. Koto left Ozzril on Dantooine alone for a week, telling him to come meet him at the nearest space port when ready. Ozzie wandered the plains of Dantooine for three days, using the Force to feel out the planet. The sheer amount of the Force focused around it calmed the youth, feeling safe and secure despite the various predators that would watch Ozzril from afar. It wasn’t until his fourth day on Dantooine that he stumbled upon the cave. Almost as if an old friend called him over, Ozzie walked right to it’s entrance, looked into the dark maw, and entered.
It was dark in the cave, hard to see even for the Mon Cal’s impressive vision. But he was not afraid, the Force showed him all around- everything from the cave spiders, to a loan dying kath hound in the very bowels of the cave. He wandered through the cave for many hours, using the Force to “see” and letting it take him. Ozzie finally saw a faint glow ahead of him, and went towards it. He entered a large, cylindrical chamber of the cave, bathed in a kaleidoscope of color from the various crystals coating the walls. Ozzie walked toward a wall and ran his webbed hand across it, until something almost seemed to yell Hey! at him. Ozzie stopped his hand right then. He moved it to see a pure, clear, aquamarine crystal jutting from the wall, its edges completely smooth- not a sharp edge to it. He plucked the crystal from the loose stone and held it between two fingers. It was as if he had known this stone his whole life, it’s sheen comforting to the young Mon Cal. Over here! Ozzie heard as he spun around, his two eyes working to find the source. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He now knew what was happening, the Force itself was speaking through him, showing him to the components of his most important tool.
Ozzril walked towards where he ‘heard’ the voice, walking until something pulled him to a stop. He moved his hand slowly around, reaching out with the Force, searching. His palm stopped, turned towards a very small, silvery crystal. Ozzie plucked this one from the wall, feeling a warm, strong feeling flow through him. Thank you… thought Ozzril, thanking the Force for showing him the way. He emerged from the cave confident and calm, and made his way to the spaceport they had landed in. Ozzie arrived two days later to a proud master. He inspected the crystal Ozzie had taken, and nodded his approval. Koto and Ozzril left Dantooine that day, the young Mon Cal forging his lightsaber on the trip back to Coruscant.
Snap-hiss! Sounded in a large, empty room. Ozzril took a stance, and began to move slowly and purposefully, swinging his lightsaber and moving his body in a way that his master had showed him. Koto had explained that due to Ozzril’s body type, and non-violent nature, a style that played the defensive would fit him best. And so Ozzie began to learn Soresu. When not on a mission with Koto, the pair would often meditate, speaking calmly to one another and discussing everything from the last mission, to fellow Jedi, to the state of the galaxy. Ozzril appreciated this greatly, grateful to have someone to discuss all he has learned and watched. When not meditating, the pair would spar- Koto showing Ozzie each maneuver and trick to Soresu, as well as helping the Mon Cal refine Shii-Cho.
At 17, Ozzril was well on his way, the young Jedi continuing to show great promise. He was so devoted to the Force, that even in all the hostile situations, Ozzie had yet to take a life- always either disarming or disabling the opponents. Koto was quite proud of this fact, seeing the Mon Cal’s impressive reasoning as a great asset. “One day Ozzril, if you keep this up- I know you will make a great Master…” Ozzie remembers Koto saying one day. It was warm praises and confident pushes that Koto used in Ozzie’s training, and like his other apprentices, Ozzie was blossoming into a fine Jedi- even saving Koto’s life several times. Ozzril would still see Denni every now and then, the young woman also having blossomed, but they always kept their meetings professional- though Ozzie would still joke and make the girl laugh like when they were children.
Ozzril’s training continued, the Mon Cal now having mastered Shii-Cho, he focused primarily on Soresu- his personal favorite. Koto was impressed with how Ozzie took to the form, knowing natural talent when he saw it. Ozzril also showed great promise with the Force, his already keen natural senses only buffed by the Force. He also showed great will, never once faltering to the dark side, or any other similar feelings. Ozzie would often train while meditating- lifting various things with the Force, even being able to lift things the size of speeders. Dedicated the pupil was to the Force, but never greedy with it, he always knew his limits, and always knew how to handle himself. Five years later, after many more missions, training, and learning, Koto came to Ozzril with news- He was to go through the Trials, Ozzril Ackbar was to be a knight.
The First Trial: Skill
Ozzril sat cross legged in a large, circular room, his eyes closed and his breath steady. He felt a presence to his left, the will to attack- he knew it well. Leaping to his feet, Ozzril back flipped in mid air over his attacker and landed, his hand wrapping around his lightsaber and igniting it. He spun the blade about and then stood firm, holding the blade over his head and pointed at the opponent with his free hand turned towards the opponent with an open palm. A Jedi stood facing Ozzie, his stance that of an Ataru user. Ozzril knew what to do, he stood as still as a statue and waited. The other Jedi lunged forward, spinning as he did, bringing his yellow blade towards Ozzie. Ozzril turned and held his blade to block the attack, holding fast and not counter attacking yet. The Mon Cal deftly blocked each blow, matching strike by strike with a defensive blow- not once attacking. The other Jedi never said a word, just kept pressing the attack, and Ozzie kept turning it away. An hour passed before Ozzie finally saw his opening. The other Jedi raised his lightsaber up to bring the blade down on the Mon Cal, but didn’t see Ozzril’s attack coming. The young Jedi blocked the attack one handedly, and as he did, used his free hand to push the attacker away. The opponent landed against a wall and crashed to the floor, but was pinned. Ozzril stood over him, his lightsaber pointed down just above the attacker’s chest, the attacker’s lightsaber in Ozzie’s free hand. “I have your lightsaber, this fight is over.” Ozzril said, his voice stern, but still with a hint of amusement at the victory. He had passed the Skill trial, and did it coolly and calmly, utilizing Soresu to it’s full potential.
The Second Trial: Flesh
For the second trial, Ozzie had to do something he did not expect: Go on a mission alone. He was dispatched to the undercity of Coruscant to wrangle up a group of drug dealers. He moved cloaked and silent through the massive crowds of the undercity, feeling out with the Force as he headed to his destination, feeling several individuals within the building. He walked into the nightclub where he felt them, the bright lights and loud noises barraging his senses. He moved towards the back, wading through the dancing and writhing sentients. He stopped at a door with a large human in front of it. Ozzie waved his hand and made the guard think that he suddenly really had to use the bathroom. The guard made an uncomfortable grunt and rushed away. Ozzie slowly opened the door, and entered. He saw several humans around a bunch of tables, five men, two women, and what looked like a child in the corner. Ozzie ignited his lightsaber and took his usual defensive stance, stated that they were under arrest, and to come peacefully. Of course they didn’t, and all pulled out their weapons and attacked. Ozzril deftly blocked every attack, moving one by one to each enemy, destroying weapons and removing the occasional limb. It took no more than five minutes for Ozzie to disarm (heh, another pun XD) the dealers, he then turned his lightsaber off, and walked to the child in the corner. He held a hand out and smiled warmly down at the child. To his surprise the child lashed out- a vibroblade cutting clean down Ozzie’s hand, removing a finger and some flesh from the flat side of his left hand. Ozzie stepped back in surprise, but controlled himself and used the Force to take the knife from the child’s hand. After the authorities arrived, Ozzril returned to the temple and got medical attention for his wounded hand. He had passed the second trial: Received a painful injury, but didn’t react with hate, vengeance, or fear, but completed the mission, and did it without a single casualty, keeping up to his reputation.
Third Trial: Courage
Once more, Ozzril was dispatched on his own- this time to Naboo where a regiment of Republic soldiers were systematically being killed: The wounds resembling that of a lightsaber. And so for three weeks Ozzie lived with the troopers, pleased by the stories they told, but didn’t lose site of why he was there. Bodies continued to pile up, all seeming to appear in the morning- the attacker was a night stalker. And so Ozzie would spend the nights wandering the camp, reaching out with the Force to every soldier I in it, waiting to feel any sort of alteration in their emotions. Until one night it happened, a shot of fear snapped Ozzie out of his meditation, and he ran to the source. Just as a fiery red blade was descending towards a female trooper, Ozzril reached out with the Force and pushed the assailant away. The trooper ran off, screaming for help as she did. Ozzie took his stance, one arm with his palm facing the opponent, the other holding his aqua blue lightsaber over his head. He took in his opponent, a massively large Quarren with deep red skin, and black tattoos. He wore only a baggy pair of pants, his torso bare to show off the Dark Jedi’s impressive muscles. Ozzie had to smile at the scenario: The Quarren and Mon Cal having had quarrels in the past. Troopers surrounded the two Force wielders, some with weapons at the ready. Ozzie motioned for them to stop, this was his fight. The Quarren charged at Ozzie, lightsaber raised high- his form poorly formed. As the Dark Jedi attacked, Ozzie blocked, grunting at the strain of the block- the Quarren showing very impressive strength. Each blow caused sparks to erupt from the lightsabers, the Quarren tirelessly delivering mighty blow after blow. The fight lasted ages, Ozzie began to tire, and the Quarren showed no signs of fatigue. He knew that this had to end, if he kept going, he would lose against the superior stamina of his opponent. Ozzie dug deep into himself, drawing the Force into his left arm. Ozzril leaped back and pulled with the Force, pulling the opponent to him. The surprised Quarren stumbled forward, just in time for Ozzie to make one large circular sweeping motion, severing one of the Quarrens legs and both arms. The Dark Jedi fell with a thud to the ground, Ozzie standing over him victorious. The troopers wanted to kill him on the spot, but Ozzril would have none of it. He took the Quarren back with him to the Temple, where he would stand trial. Ozzie faced a much more powerful opponent, defeated him, and then showed him mercy by not letting the Republic soldiers kill him, letting him pass the third trial.
The Fourth Trial: Spirit
Ozzie’s final trial was spent in a meditation room, the lights dim and all sounds muffled. He cleared his mind, and let the Force flow through him. A vision began to manifest itself in his mind…
The Senate chamber, filled to the brim with sentients of all shapes and sizes. Voices boomed and roared- an obviously hot topic was afoot. The Chancellor called for quiet, and pointed to a group of various species. The leader began to speak, a very old Mon Cal. He spoke of the corruption and hypocrisy of the Jedi, how they only chose to help those that they considered important, and how picky they were on who became a Jedi. He called for the Jedi to disband, to even the playing field of life. And so jealousy and resentment fills these people's minds...Ozzie thought as he watched, suspended in the middle of all the action. Another group floated their podium towards the Chancellor, another group of people in this one- by their robes, obviously Jedi. It didn’t take long for Ozzie to recognize himself, as the primary speaker. The Mon Cal Jedi explained that the Jedi had only the galaxies best interest at heart, and made sure that the people brought into the order were those of good will. Ozzie knew who this other Mon Cal was, having seen him in various broadcasts on the holonet, but never knew that he was anti-Jedi until now. Or perhaps a more recent event caused tis Thought the Mon Cal, his mind a web of confusion and uncertainty. He floated next to his future self, and looked up at the fellow Calamari as well, pondering. Should he bend his will, and go with what the senator said? For what the majority of the senate obviously want, or stand up for the Jedi, and make sure the Order stays intact. Ozzie turned to his future self and said “The Jedi are as necessary to this galaxy as the Senate. Take away one, and who will keep the other honest?” His future self looked misty eyed for a second, as if the Force touched him, then said exactly what Ozzie just did, many members of the Senate obviously pondering for a moment before nodding with approval and breaking out with applause. The vision fogged over, and Ozzie opened his eyes, breathing deeply as he came back to the present. He had faced the representatives of the galaxy, and himself, in a tense struggle over the very existence of the Jedi Order: And came out on top.
Ozzie was knighted the next day, he had made his master, as well as the Order, proud. He chose the path of the Consular, having almost always used the Force, not just a lightsaber, to end conflicts. That, and his skill with future sight and telekinesis was far more important to him than swordplay, Ozzril only perfecting his techniques of defense and disarming- not fighting. He spent the next five years simply training, not taking many missions at the time. Ozzril focused on perfecting Soresu, often sparing with other Saber Masters. After this five year stint of intensive training, Ozzie began to notice that on missions, his style would often take to long to be affective- especially with time important mission. Realizing that devotion to just one style was not the best way to go, he began to study a similar form- one that used the same style in a more timely manor: Shien and Djem-So.
Ozzie only got further practice with these new forms of using a lightsaber, many of his missions having him face Dark Jedi, and attempt to turn them from their darkness, and bring them to the light. Many of said missions failed, though a few did end up coming to the Light. Even during the missions that ended with the Dark Jedi not turning, Ozzie still never took any of their lives. Instead, he would bring them back to the council for a trial. It was during these trials that Ozzie began to get to know the council better, having needed to be there to relay what happened.
The Council kept a keen eye on the successful Mon Cal, noting his every accomplishment and achievement. As the years passed, his skill in Form V continued to grow, the aging Jedi becoming more and more a beacon of the Light. He soon lost touch with his friend Denni, but still would speak with his former master every now and then. At 42 Ozzril was told that Denni had fell in battle, no details were given. Ozzie was saddened by the news of his old friend’s demise, but knew that she was now one with the Force, she was now at peace. Denni’s death had another effect on Ozzie- her apprentice needed a new master.
The council informed Ozzril that Denni’s apprentice, Silvi, would become his own. And with the giving of an apprentice, the Council promoted Ozzie to Master, in recognition of his advanced skills both with the Force, and with a lightsaber. Ozzie accepted this promotion humbly, swearing to embark his knowledge onto the youth, as well as any others in the future. And so Ozzril was introduced to Silvi, a Twi’lek youth of 15. The first thing Ozzie noticed was the aura about Silvi: Yes, she was terrible saddened… but there was something else, something the girl was trying to hide. Ozzie showed the girl much kindness, but was firm as well in her teachings- the student using two lightsabers for Jar’kai, just like Denni did.
Ozzril continued to do missions for the Council, still to that day, after over forty years of being in the Order, never once taking a single sentient life. He tried to embark this habit onto Silvi, but the Twi’lek seemed to be more aggressive than most. It came to the point where Ozzie would often have to intervene in combat, stop Silvi from delivering an unnecessary fatal blow. Luckily, over the course of a year, Silvi seemed to calm down, becoming more of a pleasure to be around, the young Twi’lek sharp witted and surprisingly well read. The two would often sit over some tea and discuss matters, just as Ozzie did with his master. Silvi was avoidant of her past before Ozzril took her under his wing, the girl always changing the subject when asked, and especially anything involving Denni.
Years passed, and Silvi and Ozzie bonded. The pair’s combo of unbreakable defense and skilled offense proved affective, the duo ending disputes and fights alike deftly. It was a new thing for Ozzie, but something he felt he always needed. The pride of watching his pupil grow, and the relief that they are going well, was something he greatly appreciated. The Council took note of how well Ozzril taught his student, as well as how fast she grew under his tutelage. It wasn’t until one particular mission, that their decision was made. Ozzie and Silvi had been separated on Tatooine, the pair having been hunting a Dark Jedi across the system. It was days before Ozzril found any sign of his apprentice, doing his best not to panic, and keep his cool. He found her, and was shocked at what he saw. A whole village of Tusken Raiders had been slain, the robes piled all across the village.
In the center of it near a well stood two people, one was Silvi, her lightsabers ignited and held at her side, and the Dark Jedi, another female Twi’lek with fetid yellow skin and a missing lekku. Ozzie queried what was happening, sure to keep an eye on each of them (it helped being a Mon Cal). Silvi then introduced the Dark Jedi as her sister, Seni. She then explained that the pair grew up on Tatooine as slaves, and how the Sand people had raided their home, and killed their parents. The Jedi later found the sisters, Silvi was six, and Seni eleven at the time. Silvi was welcomed into the order, and Seni denied due to her age. Seni was given to an orphanage in Coruscant where she was later picked up by a Dark Jedi Master. She explained how now that her training was near it’s end, Seni and her would have their revenge on the Raiders- and then take her under her wing. Ozzie couldn’t believe it, this whole time, the whole chase was so that Silvi could get her vengeance. Ozzie tried to sway her otherwise, explaining the Dark Side would lead to nothing but pain, and misery, and nothing good would come out of it. But the Twi’lek duo wouldn’t listen, they both attacked.
Ozzie’s superior training proved useful, deflecting Seni with the Force, and sending her away with it, and forcing Silvi’s attacks to roll of his blade. He Force pushed Silvi away from him, just as he did Seni, and turned just in time to intercept another attack by Seni. She was sloppy though, Ozzril turning her own attack against her, Seni’s purple lightsaber cutting through her own leg. He used the Force to pull a bantha saddle from a few yards away, tossing it at Seni and pinning her under it. Silvi tried attacking Ozzie again, the Mon Cal simply side stepped away from the attack, and used the Force to shove her to the ground. He told her that the fight was over, and that he was leaving her here in exile with her sister, unless she chose to give up her hate- then Ozzie would bring the pair of them back with him, and go from there. Silvi didn’t like that, she shrieked at him, saying how much she hated him, and how she'll kill him one day.
The aged Jedi nodded, seeing that nothing would sway the tainted you, and as Ozzie turned away to leave, she suddenly attacked. But a trick like that wouldn’t work on the veteran Jedi. He closed his eyes and spun, feeling his lightsaber cleave flesh. Silvi fell to the ground in two equal pieces, and Ozzril couldn’t look. He clipped his lightsaber to his belt, and left the planet that day, yet to return. Jedi Master Ozzril Ackbar had taken his first life after fifty years, an accomplishment not many could boast. As he was about to leave, he heard a whisper- Seni was begging for him to take her with. Ozzril's natural kindness prevented him from saying no, and the elder Mon Cal carried the girl back with him, and after leaving for Coruscant, had a medical droid tend to her wounds.
On his arrival back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, Ozzie made his report, and was just about to let the council know he was leaving the order when he was asked something. The High Council acknowledged the Mon Cal’s affinity for the Force, his kindness, and even his teaching prowess. One of the former council members had deceased of old age, a spot was free- and they picked him for the replacement. Ozzie fell to one knee and bowed his head. He accepted their offer, knowing that this was the path he needed to take, the Force brought him here for a reason, not to leave the Order, but to help better it, and bring in a new generation of Jedi Knights. Master Ozzril knelt, and then rose a High Council member, the best of the best- and the governing group of the Jedi.
It wasn’t long before Ozzril came to terms with Silvi’s death. It didn’t help that not long after the fight on Tatooine, his old master, Koto, had passed on from age. He was no stranger to loss, and the fact that they were one with the Force helped. For a few years, he refused any missions that had any signs of hostilities, instead choosing ones that were more peaceful in nature. In his free time, Ozzril would often meditate, or work on finally perfecting Shien and Djem so, though he still hasn’t perfected it, he is very close. Four years passed, and Ozzie, now 54, was ready to take on anything once more- including a new apprentice. But in the mean time he has taken on the responsibility of training the younglings, preparing them to become padawans. He deeply enjoys his time with the youths, always pleased by their progress.
Lightsaber: A single bladed, single hilt lightsaber.
Color: Aqua Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi
Soresu 5
Ataru
Shien / Djem So 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 8
Body: 5
Sense: 8
Protection: 5
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 3
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement:+8
RP Sample:
Ozzril Ackbar stood at ready, facing his opponent, lightsaber ignited and casting a faint aqua glow around him. The opponent grinned, taking his stance and looking Ozzie in the eye. The opponent attacked, jumping up at Ozzie and swinging his lightsaber at the aged Mon Cal. Ozzie stepped back and parried the attack easily, raising a bare foot to kick the opponent’s rear lightly. The Mon Cal laughed, his gritty voice echoing in the empty room. The opponent turned and looked at Ozzie with flushed cheeks.
“That wasn’t funny Master Ozzie!” Said the youngling, his blue eyes misting from embarrassment. Ozzril opened his mouth slightly in a Mon Cal smile and said “I’m sorry Caleb, I’ll easy up.” The youngling nodded and wiped away a tear before taking his stance once more. He attacked, delivering a combo of attacks that Ozzie blocked easily, though let the young boy press on. “Good Caleb good, clear your mind, visualize your next attack, try something new, surprise me.” Said the old master, his eyes focused on the boy. He enjoyed moments like this, coming down to where the youngling classes were, and sparring or meditating with them. Ozzril smiled as the student did an impressive flourish for his age, spinning and sending a kick Ozzie’s way. He caught the boys foot with his hand and turned the right side of his face to Caleb, a look of pride in his eye. “Well done youngling, I foresee much promise in you.” The old Mon Cal said, nodding his approval before turning his weapon off and standing straight. “Ok younglings, it’s time for lunch, meet back here in half and hour.” He added, wanting a bite to eat himself.
Race: Mon Calamari
Age: 54
Height:5’10”
Weight:147
Appearance: Ozzie is of average height weight by Mon Cal standards, with smooth, mottled salmon colored skin with amber eyes. A smile often dons the face of the aging Jedi, his “whiskers” at the sides of his moth are very long from age, Ozzie is often seen stroking or fiddling with them in thought. His robes are a bit less traditional than most, preferring the feel of Mon Cal made clothing. He wears the typical under robe of the Jedi, a deep blue in color, but over that a sleeveless white robe that extends to his knees. On his legs he wears standard issue Jedi pants that are the same color as his under robes. Around his waist Ozzie wears a thick brown leather belt he often rests his hands on. He wears simple sandals for foot protection, making sure it was easy to kick them off when needed. Ozzie’s left hand is missing his smallest finger on the flat side- a wound from when he was younger. A common sight to see around Ozzie would be an apprentice, but just having his most recent one get promoted, he isn’t seen with any- something he misses. He speaks with the watery, gritty, and hoarse voice of a typical Mon Cal, though Ozzie’s is often more amused sounding.
Birth place: Dac (Mon Calamari)
Faction: Jedi
Rank:High Council Member (Master)
Bio:
Youth: Birth- 10
Ozzril Ackbar was born on Dac to two important Mon Cal. His father, Onoma, was an active politician in the galactic senate, and his mother, Cha, was a former Jedi who left the order- not out of anger, or hate, but after losing her first apprentice, she felt her role in life should be for her people only. Cha regretted leaving the order, but that regret passed when she met Onoma. Cha often worked as Onoma’s assistant and advisor, helping her husband as he worked his way up the political ladder. Not quite a senator, but a representative of Dac in the Senate.
It was before Ozzie was even born that his destiny was chosen, Cha having had a vision of her son as a great Jedi. The night after that vision, she contacted the Jedi, and let them know that her son would be sensitive. Onoma at first was opposed to his first born son to be taken from him, but Cha explained all the good their son could do in the order, explaining that just because the Jedi were not right for her, didn’t mean they weren’t right for him. So, not long after birth, Ozzril was taken from Dac to Coruscant to begin his training.
Ozzie showed great promise from the start, taking to using the Force, as well as a lightsaber like a fish to water (excuse the pun XD). When not training, he would spend many hours in the library of the temple, learning and studying everything he could, his thirst for knowledge unquenchable. It wasn’t a greedy thirst though, just natural curiosity in the only world he knows. Ozzie made friends easily, his natural kindness and good humor going far. Ozzie’s closest friend was a young human female named Denni, the two bonding from the first time they met as young children. And so, when not in class, Denni and Ozzril would often either spar with one another, or go to the library and study with one another. At age eight, Ozzie was introduced to a male Togruta Jedi named Koto. Koto explained that he had chosen Ozzril as his next apprentice, and had just gotten Council approval. Ozzie knew this day would come, but didn’t realize it would be so soon. Koto explained that he would not take Ozzie right away though, his current apprentice still needed to pass the trials. And so for two more years Ozzie trained and learned in the Temple, with Denni at his side for most of it, until at ten, Koto came, and took Ozzril for advanced training.
Apprenticeship: 10- 22
When Ozzie left the Temple, he was told to leave everything behind but his robes- including the lightsaber he used for training, and all communications with friends. Koto took Ozzie with him everywhere he went. Each mission given to the veteran Jedi accomplished deftly, but still even parting his knowledge onto the young Mon Cal. At 12 Koto took Ozzril to Dantooine with one thing in mind: a lightsaber for Ozzie. Koto left Ozzril on Dantooine alone for a week, telling him to come meet him at the nearest space port when ready. Ozzie wandered the plains of Dantooine for three days, using the Force to feel out the planet. The sheer amount of the Force focused around it calmed the youth, feeling safe and secure despite the various predators that would watch Ozzril from afar. It wasn’t until his fourth day on Dantooine that he stumbled upon the cave. Almost as if an old friend called him over, Ozzie walked right to it’s entrance, looked into the dark maw, and entered.
It was dark in the cave, hard to see even for the Mon Cal’s impressive vision. But he was not afraid, the Force showed him all around- everything from the cave spiders, to a loan dying kath hound in the very bowels of the cave. He wandered through the cave for many hours, using the Force to “see” and letting it take him. Ozzie finally saw a faint glow ahead of him, and went towards it. He entered a large, cylindrical chamber of the cave, bathed in a kaleidoscope of color from the various crystals coating the walls. Ozzie walked toward a wall and ran his webbed hand across it, until something almost seemed to yell Hey! at him. Ozzie stopped his hand right then. He moved it to see a pure, clear, aquamarine crystal jutting from the wall, its edges completely smooth- not a sharp edge to it. He plucked the crystal from the loose stone and held it between two fingers. It was as if he had known this stone his whole life, it’s sheen comforting to the young Mon Cal. Over here! Ozzie heard as he spun around, his two eyes working to find the source. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He now knew what was happening, the Force itself was speaking through him, showing him to the components of his most important tool.
Ozzril walked towards where he ‘heard’ the voice, walking until something pulled him to a stop. He moved his hand slowly around, reaching out with the Force, searching. His palm stopped, turned towards a very small, silvery crystal. Ozzie plucked this one from the wall, feeling a warm, strong feeling flow through him. Thank you… thought Ozzril, thanking the Force for showing him the way. He emerged from the cave confident and calm, and made his way to the spaceport they had landed in. Ozzie arrived two days later to a proud master. He inspected the crystal Ozzie had taken, and nodded his approval. Koto and Ozzril left Dantooine that day, the young Mon Cal forging his lightsaber on the trip back to Coruscant.
Snap-hiss! Sounded in a large, empty room. Ozzril took a stance, and began to move slowly and purposefully, swinging his lightsaber and moving his body in a way that his master had showed him. Koto had explained that due to Ozzril’s body type, and non-violent nature, a style that played the defensive would fit him best. And so Ozzie began to learn Soresu. When not on a mission with Koto, the pair would often meditate, speaking calmly to one another and discussing everything from the last mission, to fellow Jedi, to the state of the galaxy. Ozzril appreciated this greatly, grateful to have someone to discuss all he has learned and watched. When not meditating, the pair would spar- Koto showing Ozzie each maneuver and trick to Soresu, as well as helping the Mon Cal refine Shii-Cho.
At 17, Ozzril was well on his way, the young Jedi continuing to show great promise. He was so devoted to the Force, that even in all the hostile situations, Ozzie had yet to take a life- always either disarming or disabling the opponents. Koto was quite proud of this fact, seeing the Mon Cal’s impressive reasoning as a great asset. “One day Ozzril, if you keep this up- I know you will make a great Master…” Ozzie remembers Koto saying one day. It was warm praises and confident pushes that Koto used in Ozzie’s training, and like his other apprentices, Ozzie was blossoming into a fine Jedi- even saving Koto’s life several times. Ozzril would still see Denni every now and then, the young woman also having blossomed, but they always kept their meetings professional- though Ozzie would still joke and make the girl laugh like when they were children.
Ozzril’s training continued, the Mon Cal now having mastered Shii-Cho, he focused primarily on Soresu- his personal favorite. Koto was impressed with how Ozzie took to the form, knowing natural talent when he saw it. Ozzril also showed great promise with the Force, his already keen natural senses only buffed by the Force. He also showed great will, never once faltering to the dark side, or any other similar feelings. Ozzie would often train while meditating- lifting various things with the Force, even being able to lift things the size of speeders. Dedicated the pupil was to the Force, but never greedy with it, he always knew his limits, and always knew how to handle himself. Five years later, after many more missions, training, and learning, Koto came to Ozzril with news- He was to go through the Trials, Ozzril Ackbar was to be a knight.
The Trials
The First Trial: Skill
Ozzril sat cross legged in a large, circular room, his eyes closed and his breath steady. He felt a presence to his left, the will to attack- he knew it well. Leaping to his feet, Ozzril back flipped in mid air over his attacker and landed, his hand wrapping around his lightsaber and igniting it. He spun the blade about and then stood firm, holding the blade over his head and pointed at the opponent with his free hand turned towards the opponent with an open palm. A Jedi stood facing Ozzie, his stance that of an Ataru user. Ozzril knew what to do, he stood as still as a statue and waited. The other Jedi lunged forward, spinning as he did, bringing his yellow blade towards Ozzie. Ozzril turned and held his blade to block the attack, holding fast and not counter attacking yet. The Mon Cal deftly blocked each blow, matching strike by strike with a defensive blow- not once attacking. The other Jedi never said a word, just kept pressing the attack, and Ozzie kept turning it away. An hour passed before Ozzie finally saw his opening. The other Jedi raised his lightsaber up to bring the blade down on the Mon Cal, but didn’t see Ozzril’s attack coming. The young Jedi blocked the attack one handedly, and as he did, used his free hand to push the attacker away. The opponent landed against a wall and crashed to the floor, but was pinned. Ozzril stood over him, his lightsaber pointed down just above the attacker’s chest, the attacker’s lightsaber in Ozzie’s free hand. “I have your lightsaber, this fight is over.” Ozzril said, his voice stern, but still with a hint of amusement at the victory. He had passed the Skill trial, and did it coolly and calmly, utilizing Soresu to it’s full potential.
The Second Trial: Flesh
For the second trial, Ozzie had to do something he did not expect: Go on a mission alone. He was dispatched to the undercity of Coruscant to wrangle up a group of drug dealers. He moved cloaked and silent through the massive crowds of the undercity, feeling out with the Force as he headed to his destination, feeling several individuals within the building. He walked into the nightclub where he felt them, the bright lights and loud noises barraging his senses. He moved towards the back, wading through the dancing and writhing sentients. He stopped at a door with a large human in front of it. Ozzie waved his hand and made the guard think that he suddenly really had to use the bathroom. The guard made an uncomfortable grunt and rushed away. Ozzie slowly opened the door, and entered. He saw several humans around a bunch of tables, five men, two women, and what looked like a child in the corner. Ozzie ignited his lightsaber and took his usual defensive stance, stated that they were under arrest, and to come peacefully. Of course they didn’t, and all pulled out their weapons and attacked. Ozzril deftly blocked every attack, moving one by one to each enemy, destroying weapons and removing the occasional limb. It took no more than five minutes for Ozzie to disarm (heh, another pun XD) the dealers, he then turned his lightsaber off, and walked to the child in the corner. He held a hand out and smiled warmly down at the child. To his surprise the child lashed out- a vibroblade cutting clean down Ozzie’s hand, removing a finger and some flesh from the flat side of his left hand. Ozzie stepped back in surprise, but controlled himself and used the Force to take the knife from the child’s hand. After the authorities arrived, Ozzril returned to the temple and got medical attention for his wounded hand. He had passed the second trial: Received a painful injury, but didn’t react with hate, vengeance, or fear, but completed the mission, and did it without a single casualty, keeping up to his reputation.
Third Trial: Courage
Once more, Ozzril was dispatched on his own- this time to Naboo where a regiment of Republic soldiers were systematically being killed: The wounds resembling that of a lightsaber. And so for three weeks Ozzie lived with the troopers, pleased by the stories they told, but didn’t lose site of why he was there. Bodies continued to pile up, all seeming to appear in the morning- the attacker was a night stalker. And so Ozzie would spend the nights wandering the camp, reaching out with the Force to every soldier I in it, waiting to feel any sort of alteration in their emotions. Until one night it happened, a shot of fear snapped Ozzie out of his meditation, and he ran to the source. Just as a fiery red blade was descending towards a female trooper, Ozzril reached out with the Force and pushed the assailant away. The trooper ran off, screaming for help as she did. Ozzie took his stance, one arm with his palm facing the opponent, the other holding his aqua blue lightsaber over his head. He took in his opponent, a massively large Quarren with deep red skin, and black tattoos. He wore only a baggy pair of pants, his torso bare to show off the Dark Jedi’s impressive muscles. Ozzie had to smile at the scenario: The Quarren and Mon Cal having had quarrels in the past. Troopers surrounded the two Force wielders, some with weapons at the ready. Ozzie motioned for them to stop, this was his fight. The Quarren charged at Ozzie, lightsaber raised high- his form poorly formed. As the Dark Jedi attacked, Ozzie blocked, grunting at the strain of the block- the Quarren showing very impressive strength. Each blow caused sparks to erupt from the lightsabers, the Quarren tirelessly delivering mighty blow after blow. The fight lasted ages, Ozzie began to tire, and the Quarren showed no signs of fatigue. He knew that this had to end, if he kept going, he would lose against the superior stamina of his opponent. Ozzie dug deep into himself, drawing the Force into his left arm. Ozzril leaped back and pulled with the Force, pulling the opponent to him. The surprised Quarren stumbled forward, just in time for Ozzie to make one large circular sweeping motion, severing one of the Quarrens legs and both arms. The Dark Jedi fell with a thud to the ground, Ozzie standing over him victorious. The troopers wanted to kill him on the spot, but Ozzril would have none of it. He took the Quarren back with him to the Temple, where he would stand trial. Ozzie faced a much more powerful opponent, defeated him, and then showed him mercy by not letting the Republic soldiers kill him, letting him pass the third trial.
The Fourth Trial: Spirit
Ozzie’s final trial was spent in a meditation room, the lights dim and all sounds muffled. He cleared his mind, and let the Force flow through him. A vision began to manifest itself in his mind…
The Senate chamber, filled to the brim with sentients of all shapes and sizes. Voices boomed and roared- an obviously hot topic was afoot. The Chancellor called for quiet, and pointed to a group of various species. The leader began to speak, a very old Mon Cal. He spoke of the corruption and hypocrisy of the Jedi, how they only chose to help those that they considered important, and how picky they were on who became a Jedi. He called for the Jedi to disband, to even the playing field of life. And so jealousy and resentment fills these people's minds...Ozzie thought as he watched, suspended in the middle of all the action. Another group floated their podium towards the Chancellor, another group of people in this one- by their robes, obviously Jedi. It didn’t take long for Ozzie to recognize himself, as the primary speaker. The Mon Cal Jedi explained that the Jedi had only the galaxies best interest at heart, and made sure that the people brought into the order were those of good will. Ozzie knew who this other Mon Cal was, having seen him in various broadcasts on the holonet, but never knew that he was anti-Jedi until now. Or perhaps a more recent event caused tis Thought the Mon Cal, his mind a web of confusion and uncertainty. He floated next to his future self, and looked up at the fellow Calamari as well, pondering. Should he bend his will, and go with what the senator said? For what the majority of the senate obviously want, or stand up for the Jedi, and make sure the Order stays intact. Ozzie turned to his future self and said “The Jedi are as necessary to this galaxy as the Senate. Take away one, and who will keep the other honest?” His future self looked misty eyed for a second, as if the Force touched him, then said exactly what Ozzie just did, many members of the Senate obviously pondering for a moment before nodding with approval and breaking out with applause. The vision fogged over, and Ozzie opened his eyes, breathing deeply as he came back to the present. He had faced the representatives of the galaxy, and himself, in a tense struggle over the very existence of the Jedi Order: And came out on top.
Knighthood: 22-42
Ozzie was knighted the next day, he had made his master, as well as the Order, proud. He chose the path of the Consular, having almost always used the Force, not just a lightsaber, to end conflicts. That, and his skill with future sight and telekinesis was far more important to him than swordplay, Ozzril only perfecting his techniques of defense and disarming- not fighting. He spent the next five years simply training, not taking many missions at the time. Ozzril focused on perfecting Soresu, often sparing with other Saber Masters. After this five year stint of intensive training, Ozzie began to notice that on missions, his style would often take to long to be affective- especially with time important mission. Realizing that devotion to just one style was not the best way to go, he began to study a similar form- one that used the same style in a more timely manor: Shien and Djem-So.
Ozzie only got further practice with these new forms of using a lightsaber, many of his missions having him face Dark Jedi, and attempt to turn them from their darkness, and bring them to the light. Many of said missions failed, though a few did end up coming to the Light. Even during the missions that ended with the Dark Jedi not turning, Ozzie still never took any of their lives. Instead, he would bring them back to the council for a trial. It was during these trials that Ozzie began to get to know the council better, having needed to be there to relay what happened.
The Council kept a keen eye on the successful Mon Cal, noting his every accomplishment and achievement. As the years passed, his skill in Form V continued to grow, the aging Jedi becoming more and more a beacon of the Light. He soon lost touch with his friend Denni, but still would speak with his former master every now and then. At 42 Ozzril was told that Denni had fell in battle, no details were given. Ozzie was saddened by the news of his old friend’s demise, but knew that she was now one with the Force, she was now at peace. Denni’s death had another effect on Ozzie- her apprentice needed a new master.
The council informed Ozzril that Denni’s apprentice, Silvi, would become his own. And with the giving of an apprentice, the Council promoted Ozzie to Master, in recognition of his advanced skills both with the Force, and with a lightsaber. Ozzie accepted this promotion humbly, swearing to embark his knowledge onto the youth, as well as any others in the future. And so Ozzril was introduced to Silvi, a Twi’lek youth of 15. The first thing Ozzie noticed was the aura about Silvi: Yes, she was terrible saddened… but there was something else, something the girl was trying to hide. Ozzie showed the girl much kindness, but was firm as well in her teachings- the student using two lightsabers for Jar’kai, just like Denni did.
Teaching: 42-50
Ozzril continued to do missions for the Council, still to that day, after over forty years of being in the Order, never once taking a single sentient life. He tried to embark this habit onto Silvi, but the Twi’lek seemed to be more aggressive than most. It came to the point where Ozzie would often have to intervene in combat, stop Silvi from delivering an unnecessary fatal blow. Luckily, over the course of a year, Silvi seemed to calm down, becoming more of a pleasure to be around, the young Twi’lek sharp witted and surprisingly well read. The two would often sit over some tea and discuss matters, just as Ozzie did with his master. Silvi was avoidant of her past before Ozzril took her under his wing, the girl always changing the subject when asked, and especially anything involving Denni.
Years passed, and Silvi and Ozzie bonded. The pair’s combo of unbreakable defense and skilled offense proved affective, the duo ending disputes and fights alike deftly. It was a new thing for Ozzie, but something he felt he always needed. The pride of watching his pupil grow, and the relief that they are going well, was something he greatly appreciated. The Council took note of how well Ozzril taught his student, as well as how fast she grew under his tutelage. It wasn’t until one particular mission, that their decision was made. Ozzie and Silvi had been separated on Tatooine, the pair having been hunting a Dark Jedi across the system. It was days before Ozzril found any sign of his apprentice, doing his best not to panic, and keep his cool. He found her, and was shocked at what he saw. A whole village of Tusken Raiders had been slain, the robes piled all across the village.
In the center of it near a well stood two people, one was Silvi, her lightsabers ignited and held at her side, and the Dark Jedi, another female Twi’lek with fetid yellow skin and a missing lekku. Ozzie queried what was happening, sure to keep an eye on each of them (it helped being a Mon Cal). Silvi then introduced the Dark Jedi as her sister, Seni. She then explained that the pair grew up on Tatooine as slaves, and how the Sand people had raided their home, and killed their parents. The Jedi later found the sisters, Silvi was six, and Seni eleven at the time. Silvi was welcomed into the order, and Seni denied due to her age. Seni was given to an orphanage in Coruscant where she was later picked up by a Dark Jedi Master. She explained how now that her training was near it’s end, Seni and her would have their revenge on the Raiders- and then take her under her wing. Ozzie couldn’t believe it, this whole time, the whole chase was so that Silvi could get her vengeance. Ozzie tried to sway her otherwise, explaining the Dark Side would lead to nothing but pain, and misery, and nothing good would come out of it. But the Twi’lek duo wouldn’t listen, they both attacked.
Ozzie’s superior training proved useful, deflecting Seni with the Force, and sending her away with it, and forcing Silvi’s attacks to roll of his blade. He Force pushed Silvi away from him, just as he did Seni, and turned just in time to intercept another attack by Seni. She was sloppy though, Ozzril turning her own attack against her, Seni’s purple lightsaber cutting through her own leg. He used the Force to pull a bantha saddle from a few yards away, tossing it at Seni and pinning her under it. Silvi tried attacking Ozzie again, the Mon Cal simply side stepped away from the attack, and used the Force to shove her to the ground. He told her that the fight was over, and that he was leaving her here in exile with her sister, unless she chose to give up her hate- then Ozzie would bring the pair of them back with him, and go from there. Silvi didn’t like that, she shrieked at him, saying how much she hated him, and how she'll kill him one day.
The aged Jedi nodded, seeing that nothing would sway the tainted you, and as Ozzie turned away to leave, she suddenly attacked. But a trick like that wouldn’t work on the veteran Jedi. He closed his eyes and spun, feeling his lightsaber cleave flesh. Silvi fell to the ground in two equal pieces, and Ozzril couldn’t look. He clipped his lightsaber to his belt, and left the planet that day, yet to return. Jedi Master Ozzril Ackbar had taken his first life after fifty years, an accomplishment not many could boast. As he was about to leave, he heard a whisper- Seni was begging for him to take her with. Ozzril's natural kindness prevented him from saying no, and the elder Mon Cal carried the girl back with him, and after leaving for Coruscant, had a medical droid tend to her wounds.
On his arrival back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, Ozzie made his report, and was just about to let the council know he was leaving the order when he was asked something. The High Council acknowledged the Mon Cal’s affinity for the Force, his kindness, and even his teaching prowess. One of the former council members had deceased of old age, a spot was free- and they picked him for the replacement. Ozzie fell to one knee and bowed his head. He accepted their offer, knowing that this was the path he needed to take, the Force brought him here for a reason, not to leave the Order, but to help better it, and bring in a new generation of Jedi Knights. Master Ozzril knelt, and then rose a High Council member, the best of the best- and the governing group of the Jedi.
The Council
It wasn’t long before Ozzril came to terms with Silvi’s death. It didn’t help that not long after the fight on Tatooine, his old master, Koto, had passed on from age. He was no stranger to loss, and the fact that they were one with the Force helped. For a few years, he refused any missions that had any signs of hostilities, instead choosing ones that were more peaceful in nature. In his free time, Ozzril would often meditate, or work on finally perfecting Shien and Djem so, though he still hasn’t perfected it, he is very close. Four years passed, and Ozzie, now 54, was ready to take on anything once more- including a new apprentice. But in the mean time he has taken on the responsibility of training the younglings, preparing them to become padawans. He deeply enjoys his time with the youths, always pleased by their progress.
Lightsaber: A single bladed, single hilt lightsaber.
Color: Aqua Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi
Soresu 5
Ataru
Shien / Djem So 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 8
Body: 5
Sense: 8
Protection: 5
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 3
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement:+8
RP Sample:
Ozzril Ackbar stood at ready, facing his opponent, lightsaber ignited and casting a faint aqua glow around him. The opponent grinned, taking his stance and looking Ozzie in the eye. The opponent attacked, jumping up at Ozzie and swinging his lightsaber at the aged Mon Cal. Ozzie stepped back and parried the attack easily, raising a bare foot to kick the opponent’s rear lightly. The Mon Cal laughed, his gritty voice echoing in the empty room. The opponent turned and looked at Ozzie with flushed cheeks.
“That wasn’t funny Master Ozzie!” Said the youngling, his blue eyes misting from embarrassment. Ozzril opened his mouth slightly in a Mon Cal smile and said “I’m sorry Caleb, I’ll easy up.” The youngling nodded and wiped away a tear before taking his stance once more. He attacked, delivering a combo of attacks that Ozzie blocked easily, though let the young boy press on. “Good Caleb good, clear your mind, visualize your next attack, try something new, surprise me.” Said the old master, his eyes focused on the boy. He enjoyed moments like this, coming down to where the youngling classes were, and sparring or meditating with them. Ozzril smiled as the student did an impressive flourish for his age, spinning and sending a kick Ozzie’s way. He caught the boys foot with his hand and turned the right side of his face to Caleb, a look of pride in his eye. “Well done youngling, I foresee much promise in you.” The old Mon Cal said, nodding his approval before turning his weapon off and standing straight. “Ok younglings, it’s time for lunch, meet back here in half and hour.” He added, wanting a bite to eat himself.
