Post by Anackis on Apr 7, 2009 14:29:33 GMT -5
Name: Rein Akai (Youngling Updated)
Race: Miraluka
Age: 10
Height: 3'11"
Weight: 83 lbs
Appearance: Pale skin, dark hair, wears a bandanna over his eyeless sockets.
Birth place: Alpheridies
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio:
Rein was born on Alpheridies and was like most other Miraluka; force sensitive and saw everything by means of force sight. But Rein was sickly and pale. He was small and did not grow as fast as the other Miraluka children. Too much physical exertion often threw him into coughing fits which would tire him quickly.
His father, unlike most Miraluka, desired more for his child and took him and his mother off the planet when he was only two. They arrived at Coruscant and there, his father began to make a living repairing all manner of vehicles.
Early in his third year, Rein was confronted by a Twi'lek woman who spoke with his father and came by a few days watching him. Despite his obvious physical weakness, this strange person made arrangements with his father to take him to the temple to be trained with other younglings.
Rein was quiet and reserved, and seemed a bit shy. But when asked to do something he put his full effort into it. At age four he was taken into the Wolf Clan. Rein feared the other younglings would mock him for his weakness and so tried not to show his abilities around them unless asked by their Master. He avoided the other younglings and spent his time training with the practice lightsaber and moving objects with the force. It made him feel proud, thinking he had accomplished a grand feat by simply moving a small block. He found that twirling the lightsaber around and practicing with it did not tire him or cause him to cough.
His master approached him when he was five and asked him to participate in a training event with the other younglings. Not wanting to offend, Rein did as he was asked. The task was simple enough, the younglings had to find a way for each member of the group to get through an obstacle course. Everything seemed to go fine, the other younglings even tried to help him out. First they had to work together to move a stone with the force. It wasn't too large and Rein thought he could do it by himself, but he did not want to try with the others watching. So he helped them move the stone.
But the obstacles became more difficult as they went. They had to climb over a small wall. Rein struggled to pull himself up but his weak frame did not want to work with him. He could tell some of the younglings were getting impatient though they helped him over.
They then had to climb a small hill, the other younglings ran up it as if it were nothing. But Rein began to cough at the exertion. before he could make it to the top he passed out. He felt as if he had ruined the training for the other younglings and began to wonder what he was doing in the temple.
For the next few years he kept to himself and tried hard to be away from the other younglings, fearing their ridicule and glares; though none of them ever glared and the little ridicule that came always consisted of his not participating. During this time Rein practiced with his lightsaber. He became even more fond of th force and how it could help him do the things he was too weak to accomplish. He trained and practiced whenever he could, sometimes forgetting about his other studies.
By the age of eight he found that if he concentrated hard he could hear and understand people of other races from across the room or through a wall. It was a comfort to him, and helped him not feel so lonely.
Overhearing a conversation one day, Rein mentioned something he had heard another Youngling say about their master and found himself backed against a wall with the Youngling threatening to beat him up. Trying desperately to fend for himself, Rein kept repeating "I don't want to fight" until he realized the Youngling was just standing there repeating back to him, "I don't want to fight."
From then on Rein avoided talking with anyone he did not have to. Rein secluded himself to his studies hoping to become strong enough to protect himself if need be. But no amount of training seemed to help him physically. He was still pale though he found his fits of coughing had lessened dramatically. Still he found his strength was notably weaker then others and he relied on the Force to help him with most tasks.
Late in his ninth year Rein began to have nightmares of a dark figure watching him, always watching. He kept these dreams to himself hoping they would go away. But every night he would awaken, sweat soaking his cloths.
In those late hours Rein began to meditate and ponder what he was doing in the Jedi temple and why someone as weak as him was taken there. Mostly, what he would do if no one wished to take him on as a padawan.
Lightsaber: Practice Saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 3
Body: 2
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Force Sight - Natural race skill
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample:
A small bead of sweat ran down his forehead. If he had had any eyes it would have fallen there instead of the sockets which sat empty in their stead. Rein sat up wanting to cry, but he held the tears back. He had promised not to cry again. He was tired of this nightmare, of the darkness that loomed inside his dreams and of the loneliness that seemed to linger after.
He looked across the room to wards the bed across the way. The room was pitch black, but Rein didn't need light to see. He let out a sigh of relief, he hadn't woken Roth, his room mate since he was five.
Rein silently slipped from his bed and glanced at his desk by the wall, his practice saber sitting neatly on the corner. With little effort he pulled the small object to wards him the feel of the Force comforting him a moment. He grabbed the lightsaber from the air and stared at it's cold handle.
"Will I ever have a real one of my own?" Rein thought to himself as he rubbed his thumb along the handle. He paused, just before igniting the blade, glancing back at Roth. With a sigh he set the practice saber down on his bed and put on his youngling robes.
He hoped the hall wouldn't let too much light in as he crept out of his room. Roth wouldn't say anything if Rein woke him, but his attitude would betray his thoughts.
Rein made his way to the training hall. Thoughts raced through his mind as he walked the halls, barren except for a few droids. "Why am I here? Will I ever be good enough? Will I ever be a Jedi?" He kept thinking over his doubts as he walked past other younglings rooms.
Rein suddenly stopped, something tickling the back of his mind as if someone where whispering to him. He thought of ignoring it, remembering what almost happened before. He knew that feeling all to well, if he concentrated with the force enough he was sure he'd hear someone in one of these rooms.
Rein bit his lip and, as he called it, let his curiosity pull him over to the dark side. He concentrated hard pulling at the force until that tiny inaudible whisper came in clearly. "I'm so scared. I want to go home."
Rein stepped back a little shocked. He looked up and down the hall then back at the door. He paused a second before turning away. "He'll have to learn to deal with it himself." he thought. "Deal with it himself..." Rein shook his head and turned back to the door.
Rein quietly entered the room closing the door as quickly as he could. A small Mirialan youngling sat on the edge of his bed, Rein guess he was only about four or five. He was looking up to wards the door, obviously surprised that someone entered and afraid. Rein suddenly realized that the Mirialan could not see him in the dark.
"Don't be afraid", Rein said a bit nervous. He didn't know what to say or why he even came in. He glanced quickly across the room and noticed the other bed was empty. "Where is your room mate?"
The youngling bit his lip, "He... He left. Yesterday to be a... a... a padawan."
Rein moved over and sat next to the youngling. "Are you scared to be alone?"
The youngling nodded and replied, "Yes."
Rein looked down at his hands on his lap. There was a long pause before Rein replied, "So am I." He looked at the youngling and frowned. The Mirialan was smiling at him. Rein looked around nervously, "Um... everything will be alright. There are Jedi here to protect us."
The Mirialan said nothing but smiled up at Rein. Rein felt uneasy, "Go back to sleep now, everything will be fine."
The youngling lay back in his bed and mumbled, "Sir? Can you stay here tonight?"
"Yes, I'll stay right here." Rein lied, he wanted to get out of there. He would wait till the youngling was back asleep and then he would leave.
"Why did i come in here?" Rein thought to himself. He looked down at the youngling who seemed much more relaxed. A slight smile crossed Reins face, maybe it wasn't a waste after all.
It wasn't long until the youngling was asleep. Rein took one last look at the Mirialan before stepping out into the hall again.
"Rein", came a familiar voice. Rein turned to see his master standing in the hall, "What are you doing up at this hour?"
Race: Miraluka
Age: 10
Height: 3'11"
Weight: 83 lbs
Appearance: Pale skin, dark hair, wears a bandanna over his eyeless sockets.
Birth place: Alpheridies
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio:
Rein was born on Alpheridies and was like most other Miraluka; force sensitive and saw everything by means of force sight. But Rein was sickly and pale. He was small and did not grow as fast as the other Miraluka children. Too much physical exertion often threw him into coughing fits which would tire him quickly.
His father, unlike most Miraluka, desired more for his child and took him and his mother off the planet when he was only two. They arrived at Coruscant and there, his father began to make a living repairing all manner of vehicles.
Early in his third year, Rein was confronted by a Twi'lek woman who spoke with his father and came by a few days watching him. Despite his obvious physical weakness, this strange person made arrangements with his father to take him to the temple to be trained with other younglings.
Rein was quiet and reserved, and seemed a bit shy. But when asked to do something he put his full effort into it. At age four he was taken into the Wolf Clan. Rein feared the other younglings would mock him for his weakness and so tried not to show his abilities around them unless asked by their Master. He avoided the other younglings and spent his time training with the practice lightsaber and moving objects with the force. It made him feel proud, thinking he had accomplished a grand feat by simply moving a small block. He found that twirling the lightsaber around and practicing with it did not tire him or cause him to cough.
His master approached him when he was five and asked him to participate in a training event with the other younglings. Not wanting to offend, Rein did as he was asked. The task was simple enough, the younglings had to find a way for each member of the group to get through an obstacle course. Everything seemed to go fine, the other younglings even tried to help him out. First they had to work together to move a stone with the force. It wasn't too large and Rein thought he could do it by himself, but he did not want to try with the others watching. So he helped them move the stone.
But the obstacles became more difficult as they went. They had to climb over a small wall. Rein struggled to pull himself up but his weak frame did not want to work with him. He could tell some of the younglings were getting impatient though they helped him over.
They then had to climb a small hill, the other younglings ran up it as if it were nothing. But Rein began to cough at the exertion. before he could make it to the top he passed out. He felt as if he had ruined the training for the other younglings and began to wonder what he was doing in the temple.
For the next few years he kept to himself and tried hard to be away from the other younglings, fearing their ridicule and glares; though none of them ever glared and the little ridicule that came always consisted of his not participating. During this time Rein practiced with his lightsaber. He became even more fond of th force and how it could help him do the things he was too weak to accomplish. He trained and practiced whenever he could, sometimes forgetting about his other studies.
By the age of eight he found that if he concentrated hard he could hear and understand people of other races from across the room or through a wall. It was a comfort to him, and helped him not feel so lonely.
Overhearing a conversation one day, Rein mentioned something he had heard another Youngling say about their master and found himself backed against a wall with the Youngling threatening to beat him up. Trying desperately to fend for himself, Rein kept repeating "I don't want to fight" until he realized the Youngling was just standing there repeating back to him, "I don't want to fight."
From then on Rein avoided talking with anyone he did not have to. Rein secluded himself to his studies hoping to become strong enough to protect himself if need be. But no amount of training seemed to help him physically. He was still pale though he found his fits of coughing had lessened dramatically. Still he found his strength was notably weaker then others and he relied on the Force to help him with most tasks.
Late in his ninth year Rein began to have nightmares of a dark figure watching him, always watching. He kept these dreams to himself hoping they would go away. But every night he would awaken, sweat soaking his cloths.
In those late hours Rein began to meditate and ponder what he was doing in the Jedi temple and why someone as weak as him was taken there. Mostly, what he would do if no one wished to take him on as a padawan.
Lightsaber: Practice Saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 3
Body: 2
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Force Sight - Natural race skill
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample:
A small bead of sweat ran down his forehead. If he had had any eyes it would have fallen there instead of the sockets which sat empty in their stead. Rein sat up wanting to cry, but he held the tears back. He had promised not to cry again. He was tired of this nightmare, of the darkness that loomed inside his dreams and of the loneliness that seemed to linger after.
He looked across the room to wards the bed across the way. The room was pitch black, but Rein didn't need light to see. He let out a sigh of relief, he hadn't woken Roth, his room mate since he was five.
Rein silently slipped from his bed and glanced at his desk by the wall, his practice saber sitting neatly on the corner. With little effort he pulled the small object to wards him the feel of the Force comforting him a moment. He grabbed the lightsaber from the air and stared at it's cold handle.
"Will I ever have a real one of my own?" Rein thought to himself as he rubbed his thumb along the handle. He paused, just before igniting the blade, glancing back at Roth. With a sigh he set the practice saber down on his bed and put on his youngling robes.
He hoped the hall wouldn't let too much light in as he crept out of his room. Roth wouldn't say anything if Rein woke him, but his attitude would betray his thoughts.
Rein made his way to the training hall. Thoughts raced through his mind as he walked the halls, barren except for a few droids. "Why am I here? Will I ever be good enough? Will I ever be a Jedi?" He kept thinking over his doubts as he walked past other younglings rooms.
Rein suddenly stopped, something tickling the back of his mind as if someone where whispering to him. He thought of ignoring it, remembering what almost happened before. He knew that feeling all to well, if he concentrated with the force enough he was sure he'd hear someone in one of these rooms.
Rein bit his lip and, as he called it, let his curiosity pull him over to the dark side. He concentrated hard pulling at the force until that tiny inaudible whisper came in clearly. "I'm so scared. I want to go home."
Rein stepped back a little shocked. He looked up and down the hall then back at the door. He paused a second before turning away. "He'll have to learn to deal with it himself." he thought. "Deal with it himself..." Rein shook his head and turned back to the door.
Rein quietly entered the room closing the door as quickly as he could. A small Mirialan youngling sat on the edge of his bed, Rein guess he was only about four or five. He was looking up to wards the door, obviously surprised that someone entered and afraid. Rein suddenly realized that the Mirialan could not see him in the dark.
"Don't be afraid", Rein said a bit nervous. He didn't know what to say or why he even came in. He glanced quickly across the room and noticed the other bed was empty. "Where is your room mate?"
The youngling bit his lip, "He... He left. Yesterday to be a... a... a padawan."
Rein moved over and sat next to the youngling. "Are you scared to be alone?"
The youngling nodded and replied, "Yes."
Rein looked down at his hands on his lap. There was a long pause before Rein replied, "So am I." He looked at the youngling and frowned. The Mirialan was smiling at him. Rein looked around nervously, "Um... everything will be alright. There are Jedi here to protect us."
The Mirialan said nothing but smiled up at Rein. Rein felt uneasy, "Go back to sleep now, everything will be fine."
The youngling lay back in his bed and mumbled, "Sir? Can you stay here tonight?"
"Yes, I'll stay right here." Rein lied, he wanted to get out of there. He would wait till the youngling was back asleep and then he would leave.
"Why did i come in here?" Rein thought to himself. He looked down at the youngling who seemed much more relaxed. A slight smile crossed Reins face, maybe it wasn't a waste after all.
It wasn't long until the youngling was asleep. Rein took one last look at the Mirialan before stepping out into the hall again.
"Rein", came a familiar voice. Rein turned to see his master standing in the hall, "What are you doing up at this hour?"
