Post by P.L.U.R. on Sept 5, 2009 1:56:53 GMT -5
It's been half a year since I've written anything, hopefully it doesn't say holy poop too much. Ready for my favorite part, being on blast. :]
Name: Zephyrus Elminster
Race: Human
Age: 11
Height: 4’9”
Weight: 83 lbs
Appearance: Zephyus has a very pale complexion, and easily becomes pink with emotion or from sun exposure. He has dark brown hair that rivals on the boarder of being black. He keeps the front of his hair brushed up, but aside from that it does not require much tending to. He has soft light brown pupils, but shaped with a hint of determined and thinking personality. He is not heavily muscled, but he is exceptionally toned for being so young. He has a softly hinted four pack on his stomach that disappears in a vee into his trousers. Already he is showing signs of puberty with faint hairs are starting to grow on his arms and legs. Even his lighter relaxed voice is taking on more of a mixture of bass. He is often seen in his youngling outfit that consists of orange-brown trousers, chocolate brown leather boots, a leather belt, and an off white tunic.
Birth place: Telerath
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Landon and Aerie Elminster had only one child and that was Zephyrus. The name as chosen for him due to the splendid and warming tropical breeze that had blew by during his birth. His family was one of the few humans located on the planet of Telerath due to his family’s loyalty to the Telerath Interstellar Banking Initiative.
At a young age, Zephyrus, often called Zephyr, was taken care of greatly by his parents in a rotating fashion. Since they both worked at different times of the day they did not require services of day care or sitters. During the day Zephyrus spent time with his mother. When he had finally learned to walk at the age of 10 months, he was beginning to copy his mother’s dancing, alas as best as a infant could. His mother worked the night life at Telerath as an alluring dancer. He would bounce up and down bending his knees in attempt to copy his mother while giggling with glee.
While in the care with his father Zephyrus bonded with him in more boyish wrestling fashion. His father hoped for his son to follow in his career choice and also become a guard. When he was at the prime age of three, he was often required to wrestle with his father in an attempt to lightly train him at a young age. Zephyrus loved it for the bonding experience with his father, but did not so much enjoy the strain of being overly physical.
By the time the young boy was at the age of five, he was quite the dreamer. He spent many a day in quiet relaxation staring off into nothingness. His father still persisted in his fun “training” which Zephyrus always gladly did, but was never as so enthusiastic about as he was when he spent his time relaxing with his mother.
Things were bound to change for the boy when two mysterious, but friendly cloaked figures had paid his family residence a visit. To him, they walked in with such a ease, with no feeling of harm radiating off of them to him. They felt very welcoming to him, even the younger one played with him while his parents talked to the older humanoid leader.
Eventually Zephyrus joined in on the conversation when summoned where his mother looked at him desperately telling him that the men were doctors here to give him test. The young boy obliged, though fearful because doctors usually reminded him of painful medications. Zephyrus didn’t understand the reaction of the two men, but they told his parents they would return before they left the planet, as they had a mission to finish on the planet. For the first time he could remember, his parents skipped work for a whole four days and spent every moment with him. To him, though he was young, he knew this was not normal, especially when his father was not even worried about wrestling, but instead rather play games or spend time relaxing with him.
When the men returned, Zephyrus greeted them happily, while his parents were not as enthusiastic. They had prepared a bag for Zephyrus of his small amount of belongings, clothes and a family picture book. Zephyrus was quite confused and shocked when he was being walked out with the two men. So shocked that it did not even occur to him that he would not be returning to the home he had become so attached to. His shock quickly dissipated when he boarded the space craft and was busy staring intently on the endless darkness of space they traveled through that was decorated masterfully with stars and planets.
Zephyrus was taken to the Jedi Temple in Coruscant where they removed his personal belongings and placed him in a youngling clan that was focused on combat. Zephyrus was often giving the teacher a hard time with the amount of effort he provided to his combat training. He was not as interested in combat as he was for relaxing and meditating. Although, out of upmost respect for his teacher, he would always comply with orders and do as he was always told; just sometimes not with as much vigor as some of his fellow younglings.
When he was at the age of seven, Zephyrus had begun seeing flashes and visions that distinctly reminded him of dreams. The type of dreams that would be so vivid and full of emotions but quickly forget once he would awaken from sleep. He was unaware of this to be an ability until he had brought it up privately with his teacher. Psychometry, as Zephyrus distinctly remembered, was the word that came out of his teachers mouth. The teacher seemed to look a bit bothered before he explained to Zephyrus that he was not to use the ability or train in it at such a young age. It had eluded the boy why that were to be the case, but he followed the restriction as obediently as he could and never focused on it. Still being at such he young age, it was sometimes unruly to him.
Around the age of ten, Zephyrus was one of the more combat experienced younglings in his class. Often he was scolded by his teacher for not putting full effort towards his combat training. He was simply not interested in fighting. He felt it to require more energy than meditating for example. He knew it to be quite ueseful, but to him it came easy and unchallegning. Therefore in his less diligent actions, he was not as good as he could be. They also would often teach him the telekinetic part of the force too. He was more interested in learning these skills over combat. Though he still would go through any sort of training he was instructed to do. Zephyrus was always obedient which helped him not be labeled as a menace or trouble maker. His determinations were just more motivated to other aspects of the Jedi abilities. He enjoyed problem solving, meditating, and relaxing.
Often he spent his free time, which he found he was having more of as he got older without being a padawan, relaxing wondering about the mysteries of the force and trying out different things that were briefly mentioned in class or not taught as often. He particularly enjoyed exploring the senses of the force. Aside from his Psychometry, he was even able to learn a bit about force vision on his own, but only enough to help him in training with training remotes. It even helped him to know when others were coming to him, or if he was soon to be summoned when he was in meditation.
Now at the age of eleven, Zephyrus does feel a small bit fearful that he may not end up being chosen as a padawan. Though he simply does not try to dwell on the thought as much and instead tries focuses on his obedience to his teacher’s words. Still he is not as interested in his untapped potential in combat as his teacher wishes he would be.
Lightsaber: Training Lightsaber
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 2
Makashi – N/A
Soresu – N/A
Ataru – N/A
Shien / Djem So – N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded – N/A
Niman – N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo – N/A
Double Bladed Combat – N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 3
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: +3
RP Sample:
Zephyrus groaned out in pain as he felt the burning pinch sensation of being hit by the training remote. He groaned as he was quick to block the new oncoming attack. He quickly took of his mask after hearing his master give a disgruntled sound. Looking at the teacher he knew he was in trouble.
He couldn’t help it though. The face shield had the imprints of a padawan that had used it before it. The quick flash of a youngling like him getting hit by a training remote had quickly distracted him and caused him to lose his concentration from his Shii-cho training.
“I’m sorry master, I know you told me to keep it in control but sometimes those emotions break through,” Zephyrus said. He looked down disappointed as he listened to his teacher lecture him how in combat he would be quick to keep his sense abilities under control or risk getting hurt, or worse. Zephyrus gripped his saber tighter as he thought of how fighting was just too troublesome. Why did he have to get placed in a combat specialist youngling group?
He pulled on his mask again and let out a deep breath and held off on taking a new one while he continued to concentrate and his instinctive mind telling him where to block. After a good thirty seconds, he could no longer keep his body defied of oxygen and took in a breath. Startling him again, he saw the youngling get hit by the remote again. He blocked left where the boy should have blocked and was soon feeling the burning on his right side. Shaking the flash off again he got back into the groove focusing on the remote trainer he was facing.
He kept his eyes open even though it did not help him see anything, but because if he blinked he felt more susceptible to seeing the past of this youngling. But the tingling of dry eyes was not to be fought as he blinked again and saw the youngling miss a block again accompanied with a curse. Instinctively, Zephyrus was going to block for him but shrugged him off and looked in his mind for the force to see what the correct positioning would be. He found his answer and felt himself smile as he heard the sound of another blocked attack from the remote. Taking his face shield off, he looked for his teacher’s approval to show he wasn’t completely incompetent.
Name: Zephyrus Elminster
Race: Human
Age: 11
Height: 4’9”
Weight: 83 lbs
Appearance: Zephyus has a very pale complexion, and easily becomes pink with emotion or from sun exposure. He has dark brown hair that rivals on the boarder of being black. He keeps the front of his hair brushed up, but aside from that it does not require much tending to. He has soft light brown pupils, but shaped with a hint of determined and thinking personality. He is not heavily muscled, but he is exceptionally toned for being so young. He has a softly hinted four pack on his stomach that disappears in a vee into his trousers. Already he is showing signs of puberty with faint hairs are starting to grow on his arms and legs. Even his lighter relaxed voice is taking on more of a mixture of bass. He is often seen in his youngling outfit that consists of orange-brown trousers, chocolate brown leather boots, a leather belt, and an off white tunic.
Birth place: Telerath
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Landon and Aerie Elminster had only one child and that was Zephyrus. The name as chosen for him due to the splendid and warming tropical breeze that had blew by during his birth. His family was one of the few humans located on the planet of Telerath due to his family’s loyalty to the Telerath Interstellar Banking Initiative.
At a young age, Zephyrus, often called Zephyr, was taken care of greatly by his parents in a rotating fashion. Since they both worked at different times of the day they did not require services of day care or sitters. During the day Zephyrus spent time with his mother. When he had finally learned to walk at the age of 10 months, he was beginning to copy his mother’s dancing, alas as best as a infant could. His mother worked the night life at Telerath as an alluring dancer. He would bounce up and down bending his knees in attempt to copy his mother while giggling with glee.
While in the care with his father Zephyrus bonded with him in more boyish wrestling fashion. His father hoped for his son to follow in his career choice and also become a guard. When he was at the prime age of three, he was often required to wrestle with his father in an attempt to lightly train him at a young age. Zephyrus loved it for the bonding experience with his father, but did not so much enjoy the strain of being overly physical.
By the time the young boy was at the age of five, he was quite the dreamer. He spent many a day in quiet relaxation staring off into nothingness. His father still persisted in his fun “training” which Zephyrus always gladly did, but was never as so enthusiastic about as he was when he spent his time relaxing with his mother.
Things were bound to change for the boy when two mysterious, but friendly cloaked figures had paid his family residence a visit. To him, they walked in with such a ease, with no feeling of harm radiating off of them to him. They felt very welcoming to him, even the younger one played with him while his parents talked to the older humanoid leader.
Eventually Zephyrus joined in on the conversation when summoned where his mother looked at him desperately telling him that the men were doctors here to give him test. The young boy obliged, though fearful because doctors usually reminded him of painful medications. Zephyrus didn’t understand the reaction of the two men, but they told his parents they would return before they left the planet, as they had a mission to finish on the planet. For the first time he could remember, his parents skipped work for a whole four days and spent every moment with him. To him, though he was young, he knew this was not normal, especially when his father was not even worried about wrestling, but instead rather play games or spend time relaxing with him.
When the men returned, Zephyrus greeted them happily, while his parents were not as enthusiastic. They had prepared a bag for Zephyrus of his small amount of belongings, clothes and a family picture book. Zephyrus was quite confused and shocked when he was being walked out with the two men. So shocked that it did not even occur to him that he would not be returning to the home he had become so attached to. His shock quickly dissipated when he boarded the space craft and was busy staring intently on the endless darkness of space they traveled through that was decorated masterfully with stars and planets.
Zephyrus was taken to the Jedi Temple in Coruscant where they removed his personal belongings and placed him in a youngling clan that was focused on combat. Zephyrus was often giving the teacher a hard time with the amount of effort he provided to his combat training. He was not as interested in combat as he was for relaxing and meditating. Although, out of upmost respect for his teacher, he would always comply with orders and do as he was always told; just sometimes not with as much vigor as some of his fellow younglings.
When he was at the age of seven, Zephyrus had begun seeing flashes and visions that distinctly reminded him of dreams. The type of dreams that would be so vivid and full of emotions but quickly forget once he would awaken from sleep. He was unaware of this to be an ability until he had brought it up privately with his teacher. Psychometry, as Zephyrus distinctly remembered, was the word that came out of his teachers mouth. The teacher seemed to look a bit bothered before he explained to Zephyrus that he was not to use the ability or train in it at such a young age. It had eluded the boy why that were to be the case, but he followed the restriction as obediently as he could and never focused on it. Still being at such he young age, it was sometimes unruly to him.
Around the age of ten, Zephyrus was one of the more combat experienced younglings in his class. Often he was scolded by his teacher for not putting full effort towards his combat training. He was simply not interested in fighting. He felt it to require more energy than meditating for example. He knew it to be quite ueseful, but to him it came easy and unchallegning. Therefore in his less diligent actions, he was not as good as he could be. They also would often teach him the telekinetic part of the force too. He was more interested in learning these skills over combat. Though he still would go through any sort of training he was instructed to do. Zephyrus was always obedient which helped him not be labeled as a menace or trouble maker. His determinations were just more motivated to other aspects of the Jedi abilities. He enjoyed problem solving, meditating, and relaxing.
Often he spent his free time, which he found he was having more of as he got older without being a padawan, relaxing wondering about the mysteries of the force and trying out different things that were briefly mentioned in class or not taught as often. He particularly enjoyed exploring the senses of the force. Aside from his Psychometry, he was even able to learn a bit about force vision on his own, but only enough to help him in training with training remotes. It even helped him to know when others were coming to him, or if he was soon to be summoned when he was in meditation.
Now at the age of eleven, Zephyrus does feel a small bit fearful that he may not end up being chosen as a padawan. Though he simply does not try to dwell on the thought as much and instead tries focuses on his obedience to his teacher’s words. Still he is not as interested in his untapped potential in combat as his teacher wishes he would be.
Lightsaber: Training Lightsaber
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 2
Makashi – N/A
Soresu – N/A
Ataru – N/A
Shien / Djem So – N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded – N/A
Niman – N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo – N/A
Double Bladed Combat – N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 3
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: +3
RP Sample:
Zephyrus groaned out in pain as he felt the burning pinch sensation of being hit by the training remote. He groaned as he was quick to block the new oncoming attack. He quickly took of his mask after hearing his master give a disgruntled sound. Looking at the teacher he knew he was in trouble.
He couldn’t help it though. The face shield had the imprints of a padawan that had used it before it. The quick flash of a youngling like him getting hit by a training remote had quickly distracted him and caused him to lose his concentration from his Shii-cho training.
“I’m sorry master, I know you told me to keep it in control but sometimes those emotions break through,” Zephyrus said. He looked down disappointed as he listened to his teacher lecture him how in combat he would be quick to keep his sense abilities under control or risk getting hurt, or worse. Zephyrus gripped his saber tighter as he thought of how fighting was just too troublesome. Why did he have to get placed in a combat specialist youngling group?
He pulled on his mask again and let out a deep breath and held off on taking a new one while he continued to concentrate and his instinctive mind telling him where to block. After a good thirty seconds, he could no longer keep his body defied of oxygen and took in a breath. Startling him again, he saw the youngling get hit by the remote again. He blocked left where the boy should have blocked and was soon feeling the burning on his right side. Shaking the flash off again he got back into the groove focusing on the remote trainer he was facing.
He kept his eyes open even though it did not help him see anything, but because if he blinked he felt more susceptible to seeing the past of this youngling. But the tingling of dry eyes was not to be fought as he blinked again and saw the youngling miss a block again accompanied with a curse. Instinctively, Zephyrus was going to block for him but shrugged him off and looked in his mind for the force to see what the correct positioning would be. He found his answer and felt himself smile as he heard the sound of another blocked attack from the remote. Taking his face shield off, he looked for his teacher’s approval to show he wasn’t completely incompetent.
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