Post by The Seal on Mar 28, 2010 11:34:48 GMT -5
Name:
Rok’Enon Deageam ( Ro-Eno Di-Ei-Jam)
Race:
Miraluka
Age:
Seventeen standard human years.
Height:
6’03’’ feet
Weight:
9’67’’ stones
Appearance:
( I do not own, nor claim to own this picture in any way. All copyrights go to their respectful owners.)
(Note: This is exactly what I was thinking off my character to look like. All that is off, is the device on his jacket. Please, ignore it.)
Rok was quite an average type of person on the first rough glance. Stood a tad more than 6 feet tall, and with a quite slim body . One could easily had though that he was underweight. With a smooth, pale white skin,. Coal black hair that reached just a tad over his blindfold. Due to him being a Miraluka, the blindfold was a must, that he was lacking any eyes. It was a plain black cloth ribbon tied around his eyes.
His clothing was a bit less average for a guy in his age, or even for any human in general. He was wearing a long, black leather jacket, which reached over his waist, reminding on a coat. The same jacket was quite a silly piece of clothing, then it had only a left sleeve, and the right one was torn off, reminding on a sleeves shirt, only made from leather. The jacket had several pockets and holders on the inner side of it, but nothing on the outside, so it looked quite plain and simple.
Around his waist, a belt made of cloth could be seen holding his trousers in place, and it also featured a light metal made skull in the front . On the right side, there was also a holder for his lightsaber, which was loosely hanging around, moving in various directions when Rok was walking. Previous mentioned trousers, were made from light synthetic cloth materials, that offered quite some freedom of movement
What was special on him, was a fairly long, black ribbon tied around his right wrist. Funny though, he refuses to take it off, as it's a reminder on someone. On the right side of his chest, there was a small horizontal scar, that Rok got while getting shot, and,even though it was healed, it was still visible.
Personality:
Rok was, a strange essence of a person. His life experience made him doubt in himself, and in the life he was in. He forgot the meaning of trust, friendship, or even loyalty. Everything was taken away from him, leaving him, only a frame, without anything else.
Hiding his true identity under a disguise of a cheerful youngster, he had problems on following his own goals, because he didn't had any. Sadly enough, he did what he was told, almost without questions. His mind, was literary drowning in all sort of negative emotions.
He was quiet most of the time, and not used on any long range chats. Most of his words were »Yes or »No.« Other that that, he kept quiet. He had no one to care for, and he had no one to care for him, and the endless circle of depression continued.
Birth place:
Alpheridies, in a settlement called Dwaran
Previous Faction:
The Jedi order
Previous Rank:
Padawan
Current Faction:
The Dark Jedi faction.
Current Rank:
Acolyte
Bio:
The Start (0 to 5)
Rok was born, in a small settlement called Dwaran, on the planet Alpheridies. It was a warm, bright morning, with a still waking sunrise, that appeared on the East, and at around that time, the Miraluka came to be, to his parents, Jaryn and Gezana Deageam. Both were in the middle of their thirties, Jaryn , having possessed quite some wealth, worked as a teacher in the settlement’s private school. His mother, Gezana, worked as a librarian in the same school. The two actually meet in the library, when Gezana moved to Dwaran, after seeking independency from her parents, and she was looking for work. The two got along fairly quick, and their friendship quickly grown into a tight feeling of love, which did lead to marriage, and to their first son, some time later.
The two were happy, that Rok came on the world, and giving them all the love they had, he developed into a healthy young boy, even though, he was, due to his species, lacking eyes. He was gifted by the Force, so he was able to use a small amount of the Force sight he possessed, and making his life quite easier.
Even though the Miraluka were known for being force sensitive, Jaryn could felt quite a strong essence in Rok, and, after talking to his wife for couple of weeks, they came to a conclusion, that he might be for something more, than what they could offer him. But none the less, Rok,, by the age of three, he was able to walk, and speak the language Miralukese quite good, so communication wasn’t a problem.
When he was two months away from his fifth birthday, Dwaran got a special visit, straight from the Culu Memorial Center, the Alpheridies Jedi academy. And, not even a couple of days later, a Jedi was on the door of the Deageam family. Explaining to the family, that he was observing the young Rok , and he felt that he might be suitable to be learning at the Center.
Surprisingly, his mother agreed on that, feeling proud on her son, that he was granted such an honor, even though she was the protective one of the parents. Jaryn, who actually called the Jedi to them, had his doubts. But, after talking, and discussing, even he agreed that that might be the best option for their son.
So Rok, at he age of five, left his home, and became an Youngling, at the Culu Memorial Center, leaving his family, and memories behind. Being taken away of any possessions he had, he entered the building, and, even though he was still so young, he was able to understand, that this is something important in his life.
Rok was quite a cheerful person at that point. He quickly got a liking towards the temple, and, started to feel quite at home there. Even though, his memories about his family were strong, the memory slowly started to fade from his head, and with the emotional detachment training he got there, his memories became faint, and almost forgotten.
But even though, Rok didn’t regret anything at that point of his life. He was a happy and talkative little boy, with dreams like any other little child. He admired the nobility of the Jedi, and his greatest dream was to become a Jedi, like his idols.
He had a quite adorable, friendly and kind personality, together with his sociality, and therefore, making friends with the rest of the younglings.
The young Miraluka was an eager and quite talented young fellow, which was blessed with a stronger force sensibility than majority of the race, at that given time. Now, he wasn’t almighty or anything powerful, just his blessing with the force was a slight more than any other normal Miraluka.
Spending his days in the library, and reading over the books there, he came across another bookworm like himself. Another Miraluka female named Olcay Keane, who was just a year younger than him. And with a new friend, the two slowly developed a strong friendship bond. The two spend their time reading, and discussing about what they did have read.
Their chats became more and more complicated, and soon enough, the two had so much unanswered questions, that they had to ask for help. Mentioning that to the librarian, he passed the request to one of the teachers on the Academy, a human Jedi Knight named Georean Yenevil. The knight, was really curious on how two younglings had so much questions, and came to look. The talk lasted for over two hours, before Georean was required elsewhere. Even though, the knight was impressed on the amount of deep thought questions the two had to offer. So, they started to regularly meet, two times a week.
And so years passed, the friendship bond grew stronger, and Rok was coming closer to his twelfth birthday. On the happy day, Olcay presented him with a poem she wrote herself, and a hug. And that, four second long moment, was forever engraved into Rok’s heart. Feeling the warmth of a person he liked, so close, was a new experience. He felt a funny thing inside. Something, he knew he shouldn’t. But it felt so good, and something he didn’t want to forget.
Even though, the happy day was over, and after some weeks after his birthday, Georean asked the Academy for permission to train Rok, seeing he now was meeting the requirement to enter Padawanship. And, the request was approved.
Saying goodbye to his youngling friends, and to Olcay, wasn’t that easy as he hoped. The other younglings were happy, and cheered for him, patting his shoulder, and encouraging him, as Olcay just silently left the room where others were. Ten minutes passed, as Rok finally noted she’s was missing. And, after he went looking for him, he found her in the library, having her face covered with a book.
The two talked for what it seemed to be ages, before they finally said farewell to each other. They promised to meet again someday.That’s when Rok got the ribbon, as a gift, and a reminder on the promise. From that point forward, Rok never actually let the ribbon from out of sight.
The next morning, Rok walked towards Georean, and the knight would have quickly felt something wasn’t right, and, after a talk, he warned Rok, that he should concentrate on his training, and let go of the sadness, because, that could cost him in the long run.
The two, Georean and Rok, soon enough left the Academy, and Rok started to learn the more advanced ways of the force. Rok quickly noted, that Georean was more skilled with the lightsaber than the force itself, so their training had a slight bigger leaning towards the combat itself, that the usage of force.
In the next months, Rok had been on a very difficult training schedule, learning both in the ways of the Force, metal focus, and physical fitness, with several training courses, from running, exercising, and using the Force to imbue it in his movements. Rok slowly developed his personality into a cofused, yet cheerful youngster, which, even though with some mistakes, slowly started to follow the same path as Georean did the path of the light side of the Force.
He in around two months after being accepted as a padawan, started to build his own lightsaber, and, in four weeks, he had finally done it. Spending days meditating, and communicating with the force, he created his first lightsaber, and with that, he was very proud. As was his master.
After roughly five month and a half of training, the two left Alpheridies in a star cruiser, towards a quite distend destination, then Georean was asked to check on some thug activity he was following for the past year, and, he decided, .that having a padawan with him, would only benefit his training more, so the two left for Coruscant, even though Rok wondered, why can't the Jedi there take care of that themselves, but even though, he was happy to get to see the planet, about which he heard so much about.
After landing there, they made their ways towards the lower levels of the planet wide city, they noted a strange dressed human male making his way even lower, and they decided to follow him. And, after that, they saw that he human entered an abandoned storehouse.
The two quickly followed them, and entered as well. After entering, they could see a large table with around nine red and yellow dressed humans with masks and deep focused on a discussion. After the group found out they had been discovered, two made their ways out, fleeing, and the other seven draw their blasters, and started to shoot.
Rok throw himself to the right, and taking cover under a crate, grabbing his self made lighsaber, as Geo would lung forward, with his dangerously bright green glowing weapon, deflecting the projectiles from the blasters, and making his own way forward. Rok, would quickly follow his master’s path, and with his own weapon, he rushed forward. The backfired blaster ammunition would kill three hostile humans, and one more would suffer Rok’s strike. Just a moment later, two more would fall down due to Georean’s swift movements.
One remained, and that one shot Rok directly in the chest, causing him to fall on his back, gasping for air. Even that one, would quickly get downed by Georean. The last two escaped, and, after a quick mending of Rok’s wound with the Force itself, the two followed them, with roughly a twelve minute delay.
Even though, they got on the trail of the escaping star cruiser, and followed it, and stopped on the planet Kaikielius, and further to a cave, where the two fleeing red and yellow humans ran too.
There, Geoeran felt something. A essence of the dark Force shimmering around the cave, as the two walked deeper in the heart of the cave. And suddenly, it happened. A dark dressed Jedi jumped down from a higher level from the cave, and landing on his knees, with his own lightsaber hilt in hands.
The Jedi was a Zarbak, with a faint brown skin color, dark brown clothing, and the glow from his lightsaber was bloody red. Georean , shocked, from what he saw, drawing is own lightsaber, and the two engaged combat. It was fairly obvious, that the Zarbak was fairly stronger, and agile, that Georean, and that was when Rok also joined the fight.
It all happened in a split second, as the Zarbak send his lightsaber in a stabbing motion towards the human, and the beam of energy appeared on the other side of Georean’s back, pierced right trough his heart. And the lifeless body felt to the ground. With a sinister grin, the Zarbak stared to the padawan, who was just some feet away from him. But, Rok simply watched the body of his master, his friend, falling towards the ground in a slow motion.
The Zarbak let out a laugh, and beckoned Rok closer, teasing him to attack, to let in his anger. But, Rok simply grabbed his ribbon with his left hand, and a tear could be seen on the Miraluka’s face. He felt, like he was taken away something o violently, that that could never actually heal away. And his mind, got filled with anger, and he leap forward, with a Force jump, in a movement to slash across the Zarbak’s chest. But the dark Jedi simply grinned, and used a decent amount of power in a Force push, making the near-human fly backwards, and slamming in the wall.
The two fled humans from Coruscant now stepped from the shadows, and kneeling in front of the dark Jedi Zarbak, but he, in anger, slashed at the two with his lightsaber , finished their lives as easy as cutting with a warm knife trough butter. As he was muttering something about how we’ll never ever again hire some mercenaries, he turned to the Miraluka.
The Zarbak sensed a lot of potential in the young near human, and, best off all, he could also felt anger in him. And at that given moment, the dark brown dressed dark sider got a strange, yet interesting idea, and slowly started to walk towards the younger humanoid.
As he stepped closer towards him, he quickly used his skills to inter Rok’s mind, and he started the mental torture, forcing him to grow pain, and anger as Rok never felt before. And the Miraluka stood up, and falling on his knees. With tears in eyes, he begged the Zarbak to stop, and quickly after collapsed, with his mind torn apart.
Rok woke up two hours later, with the Zarbak standing just a few feet away, with folded arms, grinning. The Zarbak started to talk. He offered Rok life, power, and all what he would ever want, if he’d follow him. He said, that every deep wish he wants, would be granted, and Rok, simply looked at his ribbon on his wrist, shaking.
He accepted the offer, and let his wishes, and the anger still in him take control of him, so he could let the dark side influence him.
And so, Rok started to train in the dark side, by his new master, the Zarbak called Felean Riabio, who was around his thirties, and a wicked dark Jedi knight prophet, who really quickly started tot each Rok the ways of using the dark side of the Force, such as lighting and choke, even though it was just a small portion, he learned the basics of those dangerous abilities.
Soon enough, Rok made a new lightsaber with Feleran’s help as well, because the Zarbak said that the color is a disgrace for both the master and the apprentice. The building took around 3 weeks and the new orange- red lightsaber, was even more beautiful that his saber before, even though, not that he gave a thought about beauty.
Rok, together with his new master flew to Alpheridies, due to a promise Rok gave to someone. Feleran simply said, that he has one day time, then they’ll continue the trip.
Rok arrived at Dwaran the next morning, and what he seen, almost made him cry. He saw Olcay, in casual clothes, walking around the settlement, with no trace of anything. So, he decided to talk to her, and stepped closer to her. Olcay was just plainly surprised of what she saw in front of her, and, after a chat, Rok found out she hadn’t gotten a master in time, and so joined the ExplorCorps, and had has just returned from a flight. But, that wasn’t the important part. Olcay didn’t even show any sign of happiness after seeing her old friend. It was like Rok was talking to a stranger he never knew.
But, he wanted to know, why. Why did the only thing he treasured, vanished right before his very own eyes. The promise, t he thing that brought him so much endurance, that corrupted him into that what he was now, faded without any warnings. The answer was simple, yet painful for Rok. Olcay found someone else to care for, in the time he was away. Someone, he never heard of, but is supposed to be an another human, who also visited the Academy, and joined the ExplorCorps with her.
All her words, were void. "Liar" echoed around Rok's mind, stronger, and louder each passing moment. He was simply switched with somebody, and Olcay didn't regret that in the slightest.
Simply, she forgotten about him in general, and didn’t shown any sign of interest. And that hurt him. In a swift hand motion, he already had his lightsaber in his hands, and the beam of energy dangerously close to him. Olcay could see tears in Rok’s eyes, and, she realized what happened. She tied to talk him out, but Rok was blinded by the sadness, and his anger was so strong, even Felean could feel it. Moment’s later, Rok slashed at the defenseless citizen, who was once his good friend, and, without anything to protect herself, Olcay was murdered, in the middle of the settlement, on an early morning.
Rok walked away, he seen enough for one day, and, after walking back to their ship, Rok entered, without a word, but Felean understand well what happened. So Felean spoke, telling Rok about the lies of the Universe, and how you can not trust but yourself, and the power you posses. Rok was angry. Sad. His very pillars of existence shattered. But he felt, like his master understood what he was talking about. The desperation grew within Rok, as he started to grow more and more aggressive .
But even though, there was one thing that he could not do. His ribbon. The very gift that represented the lies, the so called promise. He couldn't threw it away. And, soon enough, Rok , while looking at the black piece of cloth, realized his mistake. He kept the ribbon with him. His depression grew. he was blinded by the anger of the moment. How could he even think of murdering her. But, it was too late for that. The dark hole in his heart, grew bigger.
A year passed, and Rok was training, like the years before, and nothing interesting happened in the next couple of months. Until the two went on a mission, to back at Coruscant, where Rok and Georean fought the mercenaries, because there was supposed to be a spy, and Felean forgot to hide some information.
But after the arrival, the two found out it was only a trap, and, after Felean said that the Miraluka should wait in the star cruiser, and the Zarbak moved closer to a building in which the data would he hidden in, the whole building simply…Exploded. And, several blaster shoots were heard echoing around the barren lower levels of the city. Bounty hunters set up a trap, and they walked right into it. The Bounty hunters were form the organization Felean hired the humans, and it looked like, they found out about his killing.
Rok seen two red projectiles firing from inside the dust could the explosion made, and he felt how his master was killed.. In panic, he flew away from the city, as he seen someone coming closer.
((This is where the written story ends. In the first RP, I hoped to crash land on a random planet around the Mid Rim section. ))
Lightsaber:.
Single blade , Single-phase
Color:
Light shady red, with a slight adding of orange , that reminded on a sundown at a late summer evening.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Soresu - 1
Niman - 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: - 4
Telepathic: - 4
Body: - 4
Sense: - 6
Protection: - 1
Healing: - 2
Destruction: - 2
Specialized Skills:
Sense alike skills, but nothing extraordinary.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: - 4
Intelligence: - 6
Speed: - 5
Leadership: - 0
Unarmed: - 2
Melee Weapons: - 2
Ranged Weapons: - 2
Force Attunement:
-5
RP Sample:
It was a late night hour, in an alley, with no source of artificial light in sight. The only weak thing, were the starts, and the faint moonlight trickles were illuminating a deadend. The air was dry, and chillingly cold, with no one else around. A stone wall, and some concrete-alike materials, together with bricks and iron were seen just laying around. With some logic, one could have guess that this place is an abandoned building place, if not more, on just the first glance.
No one bothered to walk there, not trough out the day, and especially not in the night. This made this spot quite an attractive refuge place. And exactly that did happen. Leaned on the wall, and facing back towards it, there was a male, human alike person, just sitting there.
Rok’Enon was shivering from the cold, as his leather jacket didn’t gave any protection towards the cold on its own. He kept his head in between his knees, having his bare right hand wrapped around his legs, and his dressed left arm around the right one, he was holding his upper arm in a tight grip, so that his body would stop thinking about the cold.
His blindfold was soaked,, by the many tears that made it’s way from his tear-ducts on the surface. The cloth was already too wet itself, so the tears made their way across his cheeks, and on the ground, where two tiny puddles of salty water were created, over the hours he had been there, just sitting and sobbing silently, into the night.
Inside his mind, he had seen black and gray images of the persons he had known, and had cared for them, but they were slowly fading away in the shadow of his mind. He was forgotten, and no one even cared for him anymore. They were either dead, or they hated him.
Then he heard something move, and as his ears twitch, he rose himself up, and his right hand was slowly reaching towards his lightsaber, that was resting on his belt. Forcing his tears back, he wished his face with the leather sleeve on his left arm, and wishing most of the water from his face.
A booming sound could be heard, as the lightsaber got ignited, and a light shady red, with a slight adding of orange beam emitted from the saber hilt, cutting trough the dry air. And as soon he had done that, the Miraluka was already on his focus, and looking around the place with force sight, keeping ready for any assault that might had come his way. Quickly enough, he would spot a shaking box just a few inches away from him, and he would jump away, sending his lightsaber in a stabbing motion towards the crate.
And a hiss could be heard, when the box got penetrated, and the near-human kicked away the box, then making a quick step back and going into a defensive stance, with a crouched position. But, what was that? “Damn my paranoia…” Rok spoke in a weak, and shaking voice, that was quickly lost in the thick air around him.
Under the box, a stray cat could be seen, dead from the stab with the more that just fatal weapon. He would mutter some curses under his own breath, and sheet his blade, willingness placing it back in holder with a sigh.
Soon enough, he would collapse back on the ground, and shaking his head. “W-what has become of me?” He said, brining up his ribbon and wishing the rest of the tears from his face away.
Soon enough, the person was on his feet once more, lightly sighing as he was looking in the night sky. Now, his face was dry of tears, and nothing was even remotely pointing out he was sobbing just a few moments ago. He would stiffen his upper lip. He forced his emotions back, just as every other day, and with a fake sign of self-confidence , shook his head left and right. “Sadness brings anger…. Anger brings hate…. And hate is the path to the Dark Side…” He would repeat silently to himself, as his lips form into a grin. “And the Dark Side is my ally.” As he was completely ignoring his feelings, the shivering from the cold was gone. And a light aura around here would appear, giving the Miraluka the feeling of safety, when he was embraced in the said cover. For that time, this was the only hug he was able to get. The only bond he was possessing. Only it cared for him, or so he was thinking.
Slowly, with silent steps, Rok would leave the dead end alley, and off on the still empty streets, with just a few lights on his way. The aura, was long gone, and soon enough he would cross the border of the said town, without any complications. He met some droids cleaning the streets, but they hadn’t minded him. Soon enough, he had lost the civilization of the town, and his shape was lost in the deep black, moonlit night.
Rok’Enon Deageam ( Ro-Eno Di-Ei-Jam)
Race:
Miraluka
Age:
Seventeen standard human years.
Height:
6’03’’ feet
Weight:
9’67’’ stones
Appearance:
( I do not own, nor claim to own this picture in any way. All copyrights go to their respectful owners.)
(Note: This is exactly what I was thinking off my character to look like. All that is off, is the device on his jacket. Please, ignore it.)
Rok was quite an average type of person on the first rough glance. Stood a tad more than 6 feet tall, and with a quite slim body . One could easily had though that he was underweight. With a smooth, pale white skin,. Coal black hair that reached just a tad over his blindfold. Due to him being a Miraluka, the blindfold was a must, that he was lacking any eyes. It was a plain black cloth ribbon tied around his eyes.
His clothing was a bit less average for a guy in his age, or even for any human in general. He was wearing a long, black leather jacket, which reached over his waist, reminding on a coat. The same jacket was quite a silly piece of clothing, then it had only a left sleeve, and the right one was torn off, reminding on a sleeves shirt, only made from leather. The jacket had several pockets and holders on the inner side of it, but nothing on the outside, so it looked quite plain and simple.
Around his waist, a belt made of cloth could be seen holding his trousers in place, and it also featured a light metal made skull in the front . On the right side, there was also a holder for his lightsaber, which was loosely hanging around, moving in various directions when Rok was walking. Previous mentioned trousers, were made from light synthetic cloth materials, that offered quite some freedom of movement
What was special on him, was a fairly long, black ribbon tied around his right wrist. Funny though, he refuses to take it off, as it's a reminder on someone. On the right side of his chest, there was a small horizontal scar, that Rok got while getting shot, and,even though it was healed, it was still visible.
Personality:
Rok was, a strange essence of a person. His life experience made him doubt in himself, and in the life he was in. He forgot the meaning of trust, friendship, or even loyalty. Everything was taken away from him, leaving him, only a frame, without anything else.
Hiding his true identity under a disguise of a cheerful youngster, he had problems on following his own goals, because he didn't had any. Sadly enough, he did what he was told, almost without questions. His mind, was literary drowning in all sort of negative emotions.
He was quiet most of the time, and not used on any long range chats. Most of his words were »Yes or »No.« Other that that, he kept quiet. He had no one to care for, and he had no one to care for him, and the endless circle of depression continued.
Birth place:
Alpheridies, in a settlement called Dwaran
Previous Faction:
The Jedi order
Previous Rank:
Padawan
Current Faction:
The Dark Jedi faction.
Current Rank:
Acolyte
Bio:
The Start (0 to 5)
Rok was born, in a small settlement called Dwaran, on the planet Alpheridies. It was a warm, bright morning, with a still waking sunrise, that appeared on the East, and at around that time, the Miraluka came to be, to his parents, Jaryn and Gezana Deageam. Both were in the middle of their thirties, Jaryn , having possessed quite some wealth, worked as a teacher in the settlement’s private school. His mother, Gezana, worked as a librarian in the same school. The two actually meet in the library, when Gezana moved to Dwaran, after seeking independency from her parents, and she was looking for work. The two got along fairly quick, and their friendship quickly grown into a tight feeling of love, which did lead to marriage, and to their first son, some time later.
The two were happy, that Rok came on the world, and giving them all the love they had, he developed into a healthy young boy, even though, he was, due to his species, lacking eyes. He was gifted by the Force, so he was able to use a small amount of the Force sight he possessed, and making his life quite easier.
Even though the Miraluka were known for being force sensitive, Jaryn could felt quite a strong essence in Rok, and, after talking to his wife for couple of weeks, they came to a conclusion, that he might be for something more, than what they could offer him. But none the less, Rok,, by the age of three, he was able to walk, and speak the language Miralukese quite good, so communication wasn’t a problem.
When he was two months away from his fifth birthday, Dwaran got a special visit, straight from the Culu Memorial Center, the Alpheridies Jedi academy. And, not even a couple of days later, a Jedi was on the door of the Deageam family. Explaining to the family, that he was observing the young Rok , and he felt that he might be suitable to be learning at the Center.
Surprisingly, his mother agreed on that, feeling proud on her son, that he was granted such an honor, even though she was the protective one of the parents. Jaryn, who actually called the Jedi to them, had his doubts. But, after talking, and discussing, even he agreed that that might be the best option for their son.
So Rok, at he age of five, left his home, and became an Youngling, at the Culu Memorial Center, leaving his family, and memories behind. Being taken away of any possessions he had, he entered the building, and, even though he was still so young, he was able to understand, that this is something important in his life.
The life of a Youngling (5-12)
Rok was quite a cheerful person at that point. He quickly got a liking towards the temple, and, started to feel quite at home there. Even though, his memories about his family were strong, the memory slowly started to fade from his head, and with the emotional detachment training he got there, his memories became faint, and almost forgotten.
But even though, Rok didn’t regret anything at that point of his life. He was a happy and talkative little boy, with dreams like any other little child. He admired the nobility of the Jedi, and his greatest dream was to become a Jedi, like his idols.
He had a quite adorable, friendly and kind personality, together with his sociality, and therefore, making friends with the rest of the younglings.
The young Miraluka was an eager and quite talented young fellow, which was blessed with a stronger force sensibility than majority of the race, at that given time. Now, he wasn’t almighty or anything powerful, just his blessing with the force was a slight more than any other normal Miraluka.
Spending his days in the library, and reading over the books there, he came across another bookworm like himself. Another Miraluka female named Olcay Keane, who was just a year younger than him. And with a new friend, the two slowly developed a strong friendship bond. The two spend their time reading, and discussing about what they did have read.
Their chats became more and more complicated, and soon enough, the two had so much unanswered questions, that they had to ask for help. Mentioning that to the librarian, he passed the request to one of the teachers on the Academy, a human Jedi Knight named Georean Yenevil. The knight, was really curious on how two younglings had so much questions, and came to look. The talk lasted for over two hours, before Georean was required elsewhere. Even though, the knight was impressed on the amount of deep thought questions the two had to offer. So, they started to regularly meet, two times a week.
And so years passed, the friendship bond grew stronger, and Rok was coming closer to his twelfth birthday. On the happy day, Olcay presented him with a poem she wrote herself, and a hug. And that, four second long moment, was forever engraved into Rok’s heart. Feeling the warmth of a person he liked, so close, was a new experience. He felt a funny thing inside. Something, he knew he shouldn’t. But it felt so good, and something he didn’t want to forget.
Even though, the happy day was over, and after some weeks after his birthday, Georean asked the Academy for permission to train Rok, seeing he now was meeting the requirement to enter Padawanship. And, the request was approved.
Saying goodbye to his youngling friends, and to Olcay, wasn’t that easy as he hoped. The other younglings were happy, and cheered for him, patting his shoulder, and encouraging him, as Olcay just silently left the room where others were. Ten minutes passed, as Rok finally noted she’s was missing. And, after he went looking for him, he found her in the library, having her face covered with a book.
The two talked for what it seemed to be ages, before they finally said farewell to each other. They promised to meet again someday.That’s when Rok got the ribbon, as a gift, and a reminder on the promise. From that point forward, Rok never actually let the ribbon from out of sight.
The next morning, Rok walked towards Georean, and the knight would have quickly felt something wasn’t right, and, after a talk, he warned Rok, that he should concentrate on his training, and let go of the sadness, because, that could cost him in the long run.
Padawanship, and the tragedy (13-15)
The two, Georean and Rok, soon enough left the Academy, and Rok started to learn the more advanced ways of the force. Rok quickly noted, that Georean was more skilled with the lightsaber than the force itself, so their training had a slight bigger leaning towards the combat itself, that the usage of force.
In the next months, Rok had been on a very difficult training schedule, learning both in the ways of the Force, metal focus, and physical fitness, with several training courses, from running, exercising, and using the Force to imbue it in his movements. Rok slowly developed his personality into a cofused, yet cheerful youngster, which, even though with some mistakes, slowly started to follow the same path as Georean did the path of the light side of the Force.
He in around two months after being accepted as a padawan, started to build his own lightsaber, and, in four weeks, he had finally done it. Spending days meditating, and communicating with the force, he created his first lightsaber, and with that, he was very proud. As was his master.
After roughly five month and a half of training, the two left Alpheridies in a star cruiser, towards a quite distend destination, then Georean was asked to check on some thug activity he was following for the past year, and, he decided, .that having a padawan with him, would only benefit his training more, so the two left for Coruscant, even though Rok wondered, why can't the Jedi there take care of that themselves, but even though, he was happy to get to see the planet, about which he heard so much about.
After landing there, they made their ways towards the lower levels of the planet wide city, they noted a strange dressed human male making his way even lower, and they decided to follow him. And, after that, they saw that he human entered an abandoned storehouse.
The two quickly followed them, and entered as well. After entering, they could see a large table with around nine red and yellow dressed humans with masks and deep focused on a discussion. After the group found out they had been discovered, two made their ways out, fleeing, and the other seven draw their blasters, and started to shoot.
Rok throw himself to the right, and taking cover under a crate, grabbing his self made lighsaber, as Geo would lung forward, with his dangerously bright green glowing weapon, deflecting the projectiles from the blasters, and making his own way forward. Rok, would quickly follow his master’s path, and with his own weapon, he rushed forward. The backfired blaster ammunition would kill three hostile humans, and one more would suffer Rok’s strike. Just a moment later, two more would fall down due to Georean’s swift movements.
One remained, and that one shot Rok directly in the chest, causing him to fall on his back, gasping for air. Even that one, would quickly get downed by Georean. The last two escaped, and, after a quick mending of Rok’s wound with the Force itself, the two followed them, with roughly a twelve minute delay.
Even though, they got on the trail of the escaping star cruiser, and followed it, and stopped on the planet Kaikielius, and further to a cave, where the two fleeing red and yellow humans ran too.
There, Geoeran felt something. A essence of the dark Force shimmering around the cave, as the two walked deeper in the heart of the cave. And suddenly, it happened. A dark dressed Jedi jumped down from a higher level from the cave, and landing on his knees, with his own lightsaber hilt in hands.
The Jedi was a Zarbak, with a faint brown skin color, dark brown clothing, and the glow from his lightsaber was bloody red. Georean , shocked, from what he saw, drawing is own lightsaber, and the two engaged combat. It was fairly obvious, that the Zarbak was fairly stronger, and agile, that Georean, and that was when Rok also joined the fight.
It all happened in a split second, as the Zarbak send his lightsaber in a stabbing motion towards the human, and the beam of energy appeared on the other side of Georean’s back, pierced right trough his heart. And the lifeless body felt to the ground. With a sinister grin, the Zarbak stared to the padawan, who was just some feet away from him. But, Rok simply watched the body of his master, his friend, falling towards the ground in a slow motion.
The Zarbak let out a laugh, and beckoned Rok closer, teasing him to attack, to let in his anger. But, Rok simply grabbed his ribbon with his left hand, and a tear could be seen on the Miraluka’s face. He felt, like he was taken away something o violently, that that could never actually heal away. And his mind, got filled with anger, and he leap forward, with a Force jump, in a movement to slash across the Zarbak’s chest. But the dark Jedi simply grinned, and used a decent amount of power in a Force push, making the near-human fly backwards, and slamming in the wall.
The turning tides (15 – 17)
The two fled humans from Coruscant now stepped from the shadows, and kneeling in front of the dark Jedi Zarbak, but he, in anger, slashed at the two with his lightsaber , finished their lives as easy as cutting with a warm knife trough butter. As he was muttering something about how we’ll never ever again hire some mercenaries, he turned to the Miraluka.
The Zarbak sensed a lot of potential in the young near human, and, best off all, he could also felt anger in him. And at that given moment, the dark brown dressed dark sider got a strange, yet interesting idea, and slowly started to walk towards the younger humanoid.
As he stepped closer towards him, he quickly used his skills to inter Rok’s mind, and he started the mental torture, forcing him to grow pain, and anger as Rok never felt before. And the Miraluka stood up, and falling on his knees. With tears in eyes, he begged the Zarbak to stop, and quickly after collapsed, with his mind torn apart.
Rok woke up two hours later, with the Zarbak standing just a few feet away, with folded arms, grinning. The Zarbak started to talk. He offered Rok life, power, and all what he would ever want, if he’d follow him. He said, that every deep wish he wants, would be granted, and Rok, simply looked at his ribbon on his wrist, shaking.
He accepted the offer, and let his wishes, and the anger still in him take control of him, so he could let the dark side influence him.
And so, Rok started to train in the dark side, by his new master, the Zarbak called Felean Riabio, who was around his thirties, and a wicked dark Jedi knight prophet, who really quickly started tot each Rok the ways of using the dark side of the Force, such as lighting and choke, even though it was just a small portion, he learned the basics of those dangerous abilities.
Soon enough, Rok made a new lightsaber with Feleran’s help as well, because the Zarbak said that the color is a disgrace for both the master and the apprentice. The building took around 3 weeks and the new orange- red lightsaber, was even more beautiful that his saber before, even though, not that he gave a thought about beauty.
Rok, together with his new master flew to Alpheridies, due to a promise Rok gave to someone. Feleran simply said, that he has one day time, then they’ll continue the trip.
Rok arrived at Dwaran the next morning, and what he seen, almost made him cry. He saw Olcay, in casual clothes, walking around the settlement, with no trace of anything. So, he decided to talk to her, and stepped closer to her. Olcay was just plainly surprised of what she saw in front of her, and, after a chat, Rok found out she hadn’t gotten a master in time, and so joined the ExplorCorps, and had has just returned from a flight. But, that wasn’t the important part. Olcay didn’t even show any sign of happiness after seeing her old friend. It was like Rok was talking to a stranger he never knew.
But, he wanted to know, why. Why did the only thing he treasured, vanished right before his very own eyes. The promise, t he thing that brought him so much endurance, that corrupted him into that what he was now, faded without any warnings. The answer was simple, yet painful for Rok. Olcay found someone else to care for, in the time he was away. Someone, he never heard of, but is supposed to be an another human, who also visited the Academy, and joined the ExplorCorps with her.
All her words, were void. "Liar" echoed around Rok's mind, stronger, and louder each passing moment. He was simply switched with somebody, and Olcay didn't regret that in the slightest.
Simply, she forgotten about him in general, and didn’t shown any sign of interest. And that hurt him. In a swift hand motion, he already had his lightsaber in his hands, and the beam of energy dangerously close to him. Olcay could see tears in Rok’s eyes, and, she realized what happened. She tied to talk him out, but Rok was blinded by the sadness, and his anger was so strong, even Felean could feel it. Moment’s later, Rok slashed at the defenseless citizen, who was once his good friend, and, without anything to protect herself, Olcay was murdered, in the middle of the settlement, on an early morning.
Rok walked away, he seen enough for one day, and, after walking back to their ship, Rok entered, without a word, but Felean understand well what happened. So Felean spoke, telling Rok about the lies of the Universe, and how you can not trust but yourself, and the power you posses. Rok was angry. Sad. His very pillars of existence shattered. But he felt, like his master understood what he was talking about. The desperation grew within Rok, as he started to grow more and more aggressive .
But even though, there was one thing that he could not do. His ribbon. The very gift that represented the lies, the so called promise. He couldn't threw it away. And, soon enough, Rok , while looking at the black piece of cloth, realized his mistake. He kept the ribbon with him. His depression grew. he was blinded by the anger of the moment. How could he even think of murdering her. But, it was too late for that. The dark hole in his heart, grew bigger.
A year passed, and Rok was training, like the years before, and nothing interesting happened in the next couple of months. Until the two went on a mission, to back at Coruscant, where Rok and Georean fought the mercenaries, because there was supposed to be a spy, and Felean forgot to hide some information.
But after the arrival, the two found out it was only a trap, and, after Felean said that the Miraluka should wait in the star cruiser, and the Zarbak moved closer to a building in which the data would he hidden in, the whole building simply…Exploded. And, several blaster shoots were heard echoing around the barren lower levels of the city. Bounty hunters set up a trap, and they walked right into it. The Bounty hunters were form the organization Felean hired the humans, and it looked like, they found out about his killing.
Rok seen two red projectiles firing from inside the dust could the explosion made, and he felt how his master was killed.. In panic, he flew away from the city, as he seen someone coming closer.
((This is where the written story ends. In the first RP, I hoped to crash land on a random planet around the Mid Rim section. ))
Lightsaber:.
Single blade , Single-phase
Color:
Light shady red, with a slight adding of orange , that reminded on a sundown at a late summer evening.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Soresu - 1
Niman - 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: - 4
Telepathic: - 4
Body: - 4
Sense: - 6
Protection: - 1
Healing: - 2
Destruction: - 2
Specialized Skills:
Sense alike skills, but nothing extraordinary.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: - 4
Intelligence: - 6
Speed: - 5
Leadership: - 0
Unarmed: - 2
Melee Weapons: - 2
Ranged Weapons: - 2
Force Attunement:
-5
RP Sample:
It was a late night hour, in an alley, with no source of artificial light in sight. The only weak thing, were the starts, and the faint moonlight trickles were illuminating a deadend. The air was dry, and chillingly cold, with no one else around. A stone wall, and some concrete-alike materials, together with bricks and iron were seen just laying around. With some logic, one could have guess that this place is an abandoned building place, if not more, on just the first glance.
No one bothered to walk there, not trough out the day, and especially not in the night. This made this spot quite an attractive refuge place. And exactly that did happen. Leaned on the wall, and facing back towards it, there was a male, human alike person, just sitting there.
Rok’Enon was shivering from the cold, as his leather jacket didn’t gave any protection towards the cold on its own. He kept his head in between his knees, having his bare right hand wrapped around his legs, and his dressed left arm around the right one, he was holding his upper arm in a tight grip, so that his body would stop thinking about the cold.
His blindfold was soaked,, by the many tears that made it’s way from his tear-ducts on the surface. The cloth was already too wet itself, so the tears made their way across his cheeks, and on the ground, where two tiny puddles of salty water were created, over the hours he had been there, just sitting and sobbing silently, into the night.
Inside his mind, he had seen black and gray images of the persons he had known, and had cared for them, but they were slowly fading away in the shadow of his mind. He was forgotten, and no one even cared for him anymore. They were either dead, or they hated him.
Then he heard something move, and as his ears twitch, he rose himself up, and his right hand was slowly reaching towards his lightsaber, that was resting on his belt. Forcing his tears back, he wished his face with the leather sleeve on his left arm, and wishing most of the water from his face.
A booming sound could be heard, as the lightsaber got ignited, and a light shady red, with a slight adding of orange beam emitted from the saber hilt, cutting trough the dry air. And as soon he had done that, the Miraluka was already on his focus, and looking around the place with force sight, keeping ready for any assault that might had come his way. Quickly enough, he would spot a shaking box just a few inches away from him, and he would jump away, sending his lightsaber in a stabbing motion towards the crate.
And a hiss could be heard, when the box got penetrated, and the near-human kicked away the box, then making a quick step back and going into a defensive stance, with a crouched position. But, what was that? “Damn my paranoia…” Rok spoke in a weak, and shaking voice, that was quickly lost in the thick air around him.
Under the box, a stray cat could be seen, dead from the stab with the more that just fatal weapon. He would mutter some curses under his own breath, and sheet his blade, willingness placing it back in holder with a sigh.
Soon enough, he would collapse back on the ground, and shaking his head. “W-what has become of me?” He said, brining up his ribbon and wishing the rest of the tears from his face away.
Soon enough, the person was on his feet once more, lightly sighing as he was looking in the night sky. Now, his face was dry of tears, and nothing was even remotely pointing out he was sobbing just a few moments ago. He would stiffen his upper lip. He forced his emotions back, just as every other day, and with a fake sign of self-confidence , shook his head left and right. “Sadness brings anger…. Anger brings hate…. And hate is the path to the Dark Side…” He would repeat silently to himself, as his lips form into a grin. “And the Dark Side is my ally.” As he was completely ignoring his feelings, the shivering from the cold was gone. And a light aura around here would appear, giving the Miraluka the feeling of safety, when he was embraced in the said cover. For that time, this was the only hug he was able to get. The only bond he was possessing. Only it cared for him, or so he was thinking.
Slowly, with silent steps, Rok would leave the dead end alley, and off on the still empty streets, with just a few lights on his way. The aura, was long gone, and soon enough he would cross the border of the said town, without any complications. He met some droids cleaning the streets, but they hadn’t minded him. Soon enough, he had lost the civilization of the town, and his shape was lost in the deep black, moonlit night.
