Name: Idris Pravala
Race: Human (Naboo)
Age: 10
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 64lbs
Appearance: Almost too small and slim for his age, Idris gives the impression that he barely registers in the material world. His pale skin and scruffy black hair give him the look of someone who has spent too much time inside reading, and not enough time at play with his fellow younglings.
Idris' most striking features are his piercing blue eyes. They give the impression that, rather than looking at an observer, they look into an observer, and sometimes even beyond. They are the sort of eyes that inspired the phrase "window to the soul".
Naturally, he is always to be seen wearing the traditional younglings' robes, which are always kept relatively neat. Any stains or tears that do appear on his robes, however, tend to go unnoticed for quite lengthy periods of times, thanks to Idris' reluctance to pay attention to the world around him.
Birth place: Ayatana Village, Lake Country, Naboo.
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Youngling
Family: Father: Namri Pravala (43) - A humble, impoverished Shaak farmer.
Mother: Ista Pravala (40) - A humble, impoverished Shaak farmer's wife.
Brother: Rodri Pravala (23) - A navigator on a small merchant ship.
Brother: Talfin Pravala (22) - A farmhand.
Brother: Sahod Pravala (20) - A village doctor's apprentice.
Brother: Mihel Pravala (17) - A farmhand.
Brother: Iham Pravala (15) - A farmhand.
Brother: Rhys Pravala (13) - A schoolboy.
Sister: Kadi Pravala (11) - A schoolgirl with a keen interest in politics.
Bio:Naboo and Jedi Youngling
Born to Namri and Ista Pravala in the small mountain village of Ayatana in the Lake Country of Naboo, Idris Pravala's early life was not one of wealth, nor of luxury. His mother (Issy to her friends) was unemployed, busying herself with the many tasks necessary when running a household of eight people. His father, a poor Shaak farmer - a profession which, perhaps, contributed to Idris' almost innate love of animals -, barely scraped together the credits necessary to feed his wife and six sons. When a seventh son was born, Idris, Namri feared that their family would not long survive. Nevertheless, they loved their son like they had loved the others.The next year, Ista gave birth to an eigth child, a daughter, whom she named Kadi.
The Pravala's farmhouse, Praseva End, was a little way out of Ayatana, at the edge of a large lake. It consisted of one kitchen, a sitting room, a bathroom and two bedrooms, which, with a family of eight children, naturally led to some overcrowding. As a result of this lack of space, the Pravala family was inclined to spend most of their spare time outside, in their garden. The garden was beautifully tended, if somewhat small, as Mrs Pravala was an avid gardener. A large tree also grew in that garden, in the shade of which the Pravalas would spend lazy summer afternoons eating picnics and enjoying one another's company. As a baby, however, Idris disliked the noise and chaos that came with having such a large family - this would be reflected in his later life, when he chose to avoid the majority of social contact.
The farm itself being situated in a valley some way around the lake, Namri hardly ever took his youngest children to visit it. When he did, however, Idris loved to see the Shaak grazing in the fields, and his first word was, indeed, "Shaak". Namri naturally looked forward to the day when his youngest son would be able to assist him on the farm, along with his older brothers. Rodri, too, was particularly fond of his younger brother, and would often read stories to him from a large holobook of Nabooan tales and legends. Although his other brothers were too young to take an interest in either of the two youngest Pravalas, the family
was exceptionally close, and there was certainly no degree of animosity or resentment towards the two babies who, esentially, represented two more mouths to feed and less food for the older children.
When he was little over a year old, Idris was indentified as being Force-sensitive. Naboo's Jedi watchman "persuaded" the impoverished family to allow their son to be taken to Coruscant for Jedi training. Made to feel it was there duty to the Republic and to their son, they they reluctantly said goodbye, in their hearts knowing that sending Idris to Coruscant would offer him a life they could not give. With the few blankets and changes of clothes they could provide their son for his journey, Idris' parents gave a small wooden carving of a Shaak, bearing their names, as well as the names of his six older brothers and his younger sister. This carving was taken from Idris upon arrival, however, and kept in a storage room, it being the policy of the Order to discourage personal relationships and attachments to family.
Growing up amongst the younglings in the Temple, Idris proved himself to be something of a social outcast - although he did develop one or two friendships, he certainly did
not have a wide circle of friends. Much happier amongst books than his fellow younglings, Idris did little to help the image of the strange, antisocial young boy he had become. It was through reading that Idris first developed an interest in machines and vehicles, becoming quickly accquainted with a number of ships and speeders.
His shunning of the majority of social contact also gave Idris ample opportunity to focus on his study of the Force, and he quickly became adept at the most basic of its applications. It was not only in the more cerebral disciplines that Idris excelled. During his time at the Temple, and quite in spite of his small size, the young Nabooan became a keen lightsabre duelist, devoting much of his spare time to practising the stances, maneuvers and postures of Form I. By the time he was ready to be chosen as a Padawan, Idris was proficient enough in lightsabre combat to prove a worthy adversary to almost every one of his more socially-inclined fellows.
Jedi Padawan
One day, whilst attempting to read up on Ataru lightsabre combat, Idris approached a young Jedi Knight by the name of Elsie Therin, and asked for her help. The two quickly became friends, and, within a day of meeting him, Elsie asked Idris to become her Padawan. Idris accepted gleefully, and the two began to make preparations for their first mission together, as part of the Republic Relief Forces sent to Rhen Var to aid the Blades of the Order in the battle against the Sith.
Lightsaber: Single-Phase Training Sabre
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:Shii-Cho 3
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 N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:Attributes: Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample:Idris frowned, placing the worn holobook down on his bedside table. Across the room one of his fellow younglings snorted in his sleep, making Idris jump. Taking a deep breath, the young Jedi swung himself out of bed and placed his bare feet onto the frigid ground, wincing ever so slightly as he did so. Pushing a strand of black hair out of his piercing blue eyes, he stood up slowly, taking great care not to wake the other sleeping Jedi with whom he shared a dormitory. Quickly, he pulled off his white cotton nightshirt and changed into a clean set of brown robes, then, carefully, he padded over to the dormitory door.
With a soft hiss the door slid open and the slight young boy stepped out into the chill air of the cavernous hallway beyond. For a brief moment the majesty of the Temple overcame Idris, and he saw its palatial structure as if for the first time. The towering collumns that reached up to the unthinkably high ceiling seemed to him like the legs of some mythical beast, perhaps from Iego, or Tython. Tall, elegant windows on the far side of the corridor allowed gushing streams of silvery moonlight to flow onto the floor, casting the ornate designs depicted thereupon in brilliant light. Idris' heart filled with warmth as he looked upon his home, then, as quickly as it had come upon him, the feeling passed, and once more the Temple took on an air of dull familiarity.
Hurrying down the hallway, Idris reached into his pocket, checking that the small parcel he had placed there earlier was still in place. It was. Taking it out, he opened it up and inspected its contents.
Sniffing at the small gobs of brown goo inside he grimaced, and quickly wrapped them up. Presently, he stopped before a small, rather unremarkable door, flanked by two elegant - if tarnished - bronzium statues. Opening the door, he stepped into the small chamber beyond and closed it again, allowing velvety darkness to wash over him.
Hello? He called softly into the gloom.
Is anyone in here?When no answer came, the young boy dropped to his feet and removed the strange brown substance from its package. Placing the goo onto the floor, he sat down, crossed his legs and waited.
After what seemed like an age, there came a snuffling from beyond the gloom. Slowly it grew louder and louder, closer and closer, until a small, furry, rodent-like creature emerged into Idris' field of vision. Ever so carefully it approached the proffered food and began to eat.
Reaching out a hand, Idris scratched the creature behind it's sail-like ear, and it cooed happily. He still wasn't entirely sure what it was, and he
knew for certain that it wasn't supposed to be in the Temple - perhaps not even on Coruscant. Nevertheless, there was no harm in keeping it a secret, was there?
Suddenly there were voices outside, and Idris barely had time to shoo the creature back into the velvet safety of the darkness before two Jedi Knights burst into the room, rather stern expressions plastered across boh their faces.
Explain yourself, youngling! Said the first. The second just continued to look stern.
I..I dropped my training sabre in here earlier, and I couldn't sleep, so I decided to come and look for it now! garbled Idris.
The older Jedi looked quizzical for a moment.
I do not know why you are really in here, youngling, but I sense you have no malificent purpose. You may leave.Idris hung his head, attempting to look as sorry as possible.
Yes, Master... he muttered as he bowed respectfully.
But remember, youngling: lying and deception are tools of the Dark Side. You would do well to treat them as your foes.Idris nodded and shuffled forlornly out of the room. At least his friend had not been caught... he thought, as he made his way back to the dormitory.
Stripping of his robes, Idris climbed into bed, pulled his covers over his head and sank into a deep, warm sleep.
Significantly tired right now, though, so if something doesn't make sense, that's why... X)