Post by Almsey Belmont on May 28, 2009 15:40:42 GMT -5
Name: Almsey Belmont Buckhurst
Race: Human
Age:28
Height: 6”4
Weight: 190lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Knight
Bio:
Almsey’s origins begin with a dire situation in the rotting slums in the lower levels of Coruscant below the clouds of pollution. A female Jedi, unnamed for her own defence, overwhelmed by a street gang she had been investigating for the sale of illegal narcotics. She was taken back to their base and turned into their toy. Tortured, raped. Left a broken wreck before finally being rescued after a prolonged period of time. She had almost gone mad, clinging to the light side of the force, and attempting to resist the dark side. Things were of course only made worse for her when she discovered that she was pregnant with the child of one of her numerous captors. The Jedi Council looked upon this with disdain, however, as it was no fault of her own they allowed her to remain within the order as the child grew within her.
The birth was particularly difficult. Requiring a c-section in the end. The Jedi woman was forbidden to raise the child as her own, however this wasn’t a bad thing. The woman wanted nothing to do with the child, and as a result, the baby was shipped off world to be adopted elsewhere. The adoption didn’t take long, however it was a sheer falsity. The family were actually sale points hired by one of the hutt lords. This particular hutt had the idea of raising his own bodyguards , believing that if you trained them from birth in something then the end result would be an elite force totally loyal to him. The first two years of his life were spent in barely liveable conditions, being raised by a twilek slave from a babe. From the age of one, he could stand and walk. However this was in the end a necessity. The Hutts idea of training from birth being something close to sick torture.
Placed in a sort of incubator for 7 hours a day, every 3 minutes a large needle jabbing into his arm then burning the wound, ensuring that blood wouldn’t flow. This continued for 7 months. Many of the other children died. 70 wittled down to 32. Infection was rife despite the catorising of the wounds. The hutt did nothing to stop these babies from dying, believing infection at such a young age would result in stronger immune systems. Eventually however they were rescued. Ironically once more the Jedi stepped into his life. Giving him away. Only to return him once more. Of course, they had no way of knowing that this was the rape child they had sent away. For all they knew he was growing up on another world with loving parents. All the children were rescued. However of these, only 14 survived the journey.
Having no real name, child number 12 was named Almsey by the nurse in the temple looking after the children. Another year passed he was discovered to have some potential in the force and was introduced to the Jedi as a youngling. From this stage, it was generally thought that although he had some ability, he was particularly weak. Finding even the simplest tasks with the force exhausting. However, he was competent enough to pass this stage, and be taken as a padawan under the Jedi Knight Ulites. His master, wasn’t the strongest, or wisest of Jedi’s, however it was her motherly influence that bonded him to her quickly. At the age of ten, it was finally unveiled just why Almsey had difficulty with the force during the youngling stage. During a training match with his master, Almsey unleashed a powerful telekinetic force push, which had unwittingly knocked his master off her feat, and crashing into the wall opposite. In the end the answer was made clear. It wasn’t that he had suddenly gained incredible power in the force. He had power. Great power. But what he lacked was control. And without that, the subtle techniques that were used by the younglings in training would make him seem weaker than other pupils due to his lack of control.
His master, at first tried to develop control in order to restrain his power. But the end result in this was for some reason, horrifying nightmares. The more he focused to hold his potiental in check, the more frequent and vivid they became. This was later revealed to be a lasting effect of his torturous infancy in the hutts care. As a result, his control over his power was permantly damaged. Simple techniques he always found difficult. One Jedi master referring to him as “ he’s as subtle as a hammerblow to the head”. He had incredible proficiency in telekinetic force powers, finding it easy to move objects that even his master had difficulty with.
However, techniques requiring a soft touch were never easy for him. Things like Telepathy and force healing abilities were tough. Him gaining little more than basic knowledge over his time as a padawan. Even now as a fully trained Knight some Padawans of average potienal would be able to surpass him in this. Telepathy was a particular problem. With most people telepathic communication would sound like a soft voice. With him. It always sounded as if he was screaming into someones head. So…he generally tends to hold this back unless its absolutely necessary.
A major turning point in his life happened just before his graduation from Padawan to knight. His master ha become increasingly illusive, secretive. Something was wrong with her. And he intended to find out. One night he shadowed her down into the bowels of Coruscant, here he found her casually walking the streets, giving herself to men and murdering them as they finished, by the revelation that his master may have fell to the dark side, he waited before acting. Shadowing her , and witnessing several dark acts at her hands. He had to find out why she had suddenly turned from the light. To him it made no sense. By consulting with other masters, he found that Ulites had recently suffered a loss. Her own master had died. Not murder. Simply old age. Was such a loss, such despair enough to knock a Jedi from the path? Was the path of light really that slippery? And if so…what effect would this have on him?
At that moment, he felt guilt. Worrying about his own future within the order when he should be out looking for his master, and attempt to bring her back to the light. So. For one last time he shadowed her. She murdered someone, a mugger. But she had drawn to violence far too quickly…and by the looks of things…she was looking for a fight. He confronted her then. The guilt on her face was clear. However, the moment he spoke of returning to the temple and explaining to the masters. She attacked. In some way he understood her reason behind it. She had always been a devout Jedi. And if she was exiled for these actions. She would lose everything she cared about. But the quickness to her attack. As if, she hadn’t even thought before attacking. Their bond was at that moment broken. She may have been like a mother to him. But she clearly did not feel the same. At least. That was his way of thinking at the time.It probably made what happened next easier. After a swift, but brutal lightsabre battle. Almsey put down his fallen master.Their blades collided, his master was stronger, fueled by the dark side of the force. But within him existed complete emptinesss. Although the Jedi ususally taught for completely serenity during a battle this was another thing all together. In him there were no thoughts no feelings, only the task at hand, making him all the more dangerous as he flowed from combination attack to quick parry. However it was the nature of the dark side that was to be her undoing, she acted with desperation, anger and despair flowing into one. Fueling her strength, however creating a blindfold to things she would have usually saw in a heart beat. In this case. A fient attack. He had faked a slash to the left, only to turn it in the last minute, twisting the lightsabre blade and stabbing iaganally to the right, impaling her beast, and striking through flesh into her lung. There were no tears, no words. Just the two of them there, as she faded from the world.
He carried her body back to the temple. And explained all that had happened. The reasoning for his questions. Everything. After some deliberation, he was pronounced innocent of her death. And was subjugated to the Jedi Trials to fully become a knight. Courage and spirit. Perhaps the two most important parts of Jedi's mentality. The Council had recognised the defeat of his master as part of the trials ( this decision would haunt him leading to a partial guilt in thinking that his masters death had contributed to his passing as Jedi). The courage trial had relied only Almsey's speed of foot, or at least he thought it had. The trial in front of him was a leap of faith as it were, jumping from platform to platform with less than a foot's width to hold him up. One mistake and he would fall. Completing this test hadn't been easy, manipulating a mild fear of heights. However had leapt into the fray without flinching, his heart racing certainly but that was part of being a Jedi.
The next test however, was one that he feared. And would be one he remembered for the rest of his life. The test of spirit. Where a jedi must face his inner demons. The first thing he noticed was pain, horrible pain. And screaming. A woman in an alleyway being raped over and over as men clambered over one another to violate her. The woman was faceless, at first he had thought this had represented a many number of women who were savagely raped like this in the city however...he was wrong. The next image was a glimpse of a birth. But it was not a happy occasion, there were blood and tears as the child was dragged kicking and screaming from the womb. The image ended abrutly, his own discomfort managled with a sudden feeling that he was no longer alone. As the darkness cleared from the clouds of his minds he realised that the visions were no longer as such, he was now there, watching as the men raped the woman again, her features becoming clearer to him. One man laughed, and stood up...naked he turned to face Almsey. Naturally Almsey had took a stance to defend himself. However the man did nothing but stare...then slowly raising up his hands he began to claw and tear at his face. Dumb struck he could do nothing but stare as the blood pooled at the floor and this rapist pulled his face off. He threw the skin to the ground, like a mask, and under all that blood the Jedi to be saw something horrible. Behind the mans face...it was his own. Staring into a mirror, all biet a bloody and corrupted one. Once more..the man laughed. And then the woman screamed. " Like father like son".
To most Jedi perhaps this would have already counted as facing ones inner demons. Realising that he was in fact a child of a rape, rather than the blissful ignorance he had lived in. Believing that perhaps his parents had been killed, or had died of diease. But Almsey was a Jedi with more demons than friends. And so, things only continued. And began to escalate. The naked self in front of him buckled over, the woman and the other men disappearing into the shadows one by one. The dark dopplgagger screamed out and slowly his flesh began to distort. Needles punched their way out of his flesh covering his entire body, screaming in agony the man stood and stared at him. And then rushed at him. At first, Almsey was overcame with pure terror. However, from below this he steeled himself. The creatures charge didn't slow as it piled into him. The feeling needles tearing into his flesh was intense, however somewhat familar. It raised its fist, piling it into his face with blow after angry blow. The needles tearing into his face, the blood pooling around him. After the pain came fear, fear of death. But...his teachings kept with him, and after the fear passed came acceptance. The Beast's blows stopped. And the dopplegagger found itself staring at him in bewilderment " Why do you not fight me?".
Almsey searched himself for an answer. But only one came...and regardless of what people would think he answered truely. " You are a part of me, regardless of what happens I must accept it...you are my past...but I will be the future...I accept you". He brought his arms around the creature, his body wracked with pain, and drew it inwards. This trial. He never spoke of to anyone, no matter who enquired about it he never thought that anyone would understand what he had seen. After completing the trials he took up the mantel of Jedi Knight. And prepared himself for the future ahead of him. However certain members of the order. Didn’t believe his story. Knowing his background, they believed that it was he who had fell to the dark side and had been allowed to stay within the order. Because of these ill feelings things became difficult for him within the order. And he took to hanging around in the underbelly of Coruscant, bar hopping most nights when he wasn’t out on assignments.
He had been a Jedi Knight for several years, seeing his fair sshare of combat within the orders assignments. Although ever since the incident concerning his master, he had not been trusted among the order. The few friends of Ulites who didn't believe his story spread it among their padawans that he was a murderer. Not to be trusted nor to be indulged. He found humour in this circular thinking, Jedi always taught that anyone could fall to the dark side. But was it so hard to believe his master had? Even after becoming a knight, the council never really trusted him with a padawan, which in a ways suited him fine. Believing he'd be more a stigma to a padawan than anything else.
As a person he's not the most popular within the order, certainly not the most charismatic. He is however a certified genius, puzzles and investigation missions being his specilaity. If the council ever need any detective work, he's usually on the front of their shortlist. Physically he's not an adonis. However he is as fit as one could expect a Jedi to be, if not slightly more so. With blades and blasters he's never felt too comfortable , however has trained with them to a basic level just in case the situation calls. Unarmed combat he excells in due to his training with his master, who was a practitioner of the martial art of Teras Kashi. As a lightsabre fighter, he's proud to say he's above average. Certainly not the best. However his style and training are more suited towards sabre on sabre combat, his experience being in Form II and form IV.
Lightsaber: A kind of unusual design Almsey’s lightsabre at first appears to be a pure skeletal model of a lightsabre, pure basics, enough to have it function as its supposed to and enough of a grip to keep it from harming him whilst he’s using it. The idea of this is mostly to cut down bulk and weight. The main problem of wielding a lightsabre of course being that the blade is weightless means that a bulkier and heavier sabre hilt would of course result in more self inflicted injuries through combat or even just plain practice.
Cutting down the bulk of his sabre helps when evading, or pulling off more of the acrobatic features within the styles he’s known to adapt to.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho:5
Makashi:5
Soresu
Ataru :3
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense: 3
Protection: 5
Healing: 3
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Force Repulse: A technique used sparingly, if at all. It was powerful, effective. However it scares him. The ability was first used against a crowd of thugs who had him caught in a life or death situation. His desperation fueled his power, and the end result was an accidental use of this technique. However, this caused great animosity within him. As it was desperation that led his master to attack him. And he views it as part of the slippery road that would lead him to the dark side. So. Until he masters the control required for this technique. He'll very rarely use it.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement:
+2
RP Sample:
He hadn’t gotten far by the time that the annoying thief had caught up to him. What was that they said about blonde hair being linked to stupidity? He shook his head.” Sneaking was good….”. The thief grinned. “ Yeah…you almost had me by the balls the last time..”. His next words to the thief would not be as kind as his last ones were. “ There is no almost about it…”. He ended the sentence there, letting the coldness of his voice bathe in what appeared to be the warm personality of this urchin child. “ If I had wanted you dead, make no mistake thief…you wouldn’t have a head right now….”. Words were said with no emotion, no anger, no hatred. Just a cold certainty, something that froze the blood of his opponents. The fact that there was no arrogance in this left most questioning, whether or not they really could handle the Jedi. It was then the thief said something rather interesting.
“ You’re a bit darker than the average Jedi eh?”
He smirked lightly. “ Average Jedi?”. Almsey took a turn into another bar and found himself a chair and sat down. The urchin sat and nodded. “ Yeah…ya know all the are so holy bullnuts...you seem a little more down to earth”. He grinned and ordered his drink from the barmaid. “ Lets just say…sometimes I don’t see eye to eye with everyone in the order…”. His drink was placed down and the thief grinned “ one for me too, my friend here is paying…”. Almsey closed his eyes. He didn’t like this thief. But he was a reliable source of information in this scum hole. And if the order wanted a mission complete from him. Then they’d get one. Sometimes the only ways to get things done were to go to the underbelly of society and see whats growing. However even then, it didn’t mean he was willing to do anything illegal. The force was useful in that kind of thing, mind tricks usually passed over the payment method. And made Jedi haters into collaborators.
“ So what ya wanting to know then?...I gotta get back to the job…chances say that the more I spend here with you the more fat purses go by…’unattended’ “.
Slowly he reached into his pocket, and pulled out the piece of paper. The name was of a male. Human. A bounty hunter who had taken to revenge contracts for mobs. The thief grabbed the paper greedily, grinned. Then placed it back down on the table. “ I’ll tell you this one for free Jedi, this guy knows your after him…chances are he’s got people paid in here to tell him when you come in….”. Almsey shrugged. “ You one of them?”. The thief pulled a sarcastic innocent look. “ Oh com’on boss…even if I was that good to get one past you... that would eliminate a source of constant income for me…”. What the man said was true. However. That didn’t mean he should trust him. He didn’t trust much of anyone. Few inside the order. Even fewer outside. His eyes shot to the door as several heavies moved in. As expected their eyes had moved to him. “ Get under the table”. The thief raised an eyebrow, but a second later did as he was told. He wasn’t going to argue with a Jedi. Almsey lifted his legs, and rested them on another chair, He flicked aside his hair as the heavies raised their weapons. He opened his palm and focused, reaching out with the force. To most their telekinetic ability felt as if they had extended their own reach. An invisible hand. To him, it was less simple.
To him it felt more like swinging a mental hammer. Firing a metaphysical cannon. The heavies were lifted off their feet, with another sweep of his hand their heads slammed into the metal roof of the bar, he twisted his hand and the two came down, turned to each other and flew into separate sides of the bar. Smashing into the walls. He drew his lightsabre and flicked it on. There would likely be more outside. He stepped over one of them on the way to the door, bent down and grabbed his wallet. Shoveling out all the cash within he threw it at the barman. “ Drinks are on this guy…”. There were no arguments and the music changed as people shovelled down their poisons. Tonight was going to be tiring.
Race: Human
Age:28
Height: 6”4
Weight: 190lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Knight
Bio:
Almsey’s origins begin with a dire situation in the rotting slums in the lower levels of Coruscant below the clouds of pollution. A female Jedi, unnamed for her own defence, overwhelmed by a street gang she had been investigating for the sale of illegal narcotics. She was taken back to their base and turned into their toy. Tortured, raped. Left a broken wreck before finally being rescued after a prolonged period of time. She had almost gone mad, clinging to the light side of the force, and attempting to resist the dark side. Things were of course only made worse for her when she discovered that she was pregnant with the child of one of her numerous captors. The Jedi Council looked upon this with disdain, however, as it was no fault of her own they allowed her to remain within the order as the child grew within her.
The birth was particularly difficult. Requiring a c-section in the end. The Jedi woman was forbidden to raise the child as her own, however this wasn’t a bad thing. The woman wanted nothing to do with the child, and as a result, the baby was shipped off world to be adopted elsewhere. The adoption didn’t take long, however it was a sheer falsity. The family were actually sale points hired by one of the hutt lords. This particular hutt had the idea of raising his own bodyguards , believing that if you trained them from birth in something then the end result would be an elite force totally loyal to him. The first two years of his life were spent in barely liveable conditions, being raised by a twilek slave from a babe. From the age of one, he could stand and walk. However this was in the end a necessity. The Hutts idea of training from birth being something close to sick torture.
Placed in a sort of incubator for 7 hours a day, every 3 minutes a large needle jabbing into his arm then burning the wound, ensuring that blood wouldn’t flow. This continued for 7 months. Many of the other children died. 70 wittled down to 32. Infection was rife despite the catorising of the wounds. The hutt did nothing to stop these babies from dying, believing infection at such a young age would result in stronger immune systems. Eventually however they were rescued. Ironically once more the Jedi stepped into his life. Giving him away. Only to return him once more. Of course, they had no way of knowing that this was the rape child they had sent away. For all they knew he was growing up on another world with loving parents. All the children were rescued. However of these, only 14 survived the journey.
Having no real name, child number 12 was named Almsey by the nurse in the temple looking after the children. Another year passed he was discovered to have some potential in the force and was introduced to the Jedi as a youngling. From this stage, it was generally thought that although he had some ability, he was particularly weak. Finding even the simplest tasks with the force exhausting. However, he was competent enough to pass this stage, and be taken as a padawan under the Jedi Knight Ulites. His master, wasn’t the strongest, or wisest of Jedi’s, however it was her motherly influence that bonded him to her quickly. At the age of ten, it was finally unveiled just why Almsey had difficulty with the force during the youngling stage. During a training match with his master, Almsey unleashed a powerful telekinetic force push, which had unwittingly knocked his master off her feat, and crashing into the wall opposite. In the end the answer was made clear. It wasn’t that he had suddenly gained incredible power in the force. He had power. Great power. But what he lacked was control. And without that, the subtle techniques that were used by the younglings in training would make him seem weaker than other pupils due to his lack of control.
His master, at first tried to develop control in order to restrain his power. But the end result in this was for some reason, horrifying nightmares. The more he focused to hold his potiental in check, the more frequent and vivid they became. This was later revealed to be a lasting effect of his torturous infancy in the hutts care. As a result, his control over his power was permantly damaged. Simple techniques he always found difficult. One Jedi master referring to him as “ he’s as subtle as a hammerblow to the head”. He had incredible proficiency in telekinetic force powers, finding it easy to move objects that even his master had difficulty with.
However, techniques requiring a soft touch were never easy for him. Things like Telepathy and force healing abilities were tough. Him gaining little more than basic knowledge over his time as a padawan. Even now as a fully trained Knight some Padawans of average potienal would be able to surpass him in this. Telepathy was a particular problem. With most people telepathic communication would sound like a soft voice. With him. It always sounded as if he was screaming into someones head. So…he generally tends to hold this back unless its absolutely necessary.
A major turning point in his life happened just before his graduation from Padawan to knight. His master ha become increasingly illusive, secretive. Something was wrong with her. And he intended to find out. One night he shadowed her down into the bowels of Coruscant, here he found her casually walking the streets, giving herself to men and murdering them as they finished, by the revelation that his master may have fell to the dark side, he waited before acting. Shadowing her , and witnessing several dark acts at her hands. He had to find out why she had suddenly turned from the light. To him it made no sense. By consulting with other masters, he found that Ulites had recently suffered a loss. Her own master had died. Not murder. Simply old age. Was such a loss, such despair enough to knock a Jedi from the path? Was the path of light really that slippery? And if so…what effect would this have on him?
At that moment, he felt guilt. Worrying about his own future within the order when he should be out looking for his master, and attempt to bring her back to the light. So. For one last time he shadowed her. She murdered someone, a mugger. But she had drawn to violence far too quickly…and by the looks of things…she was looking for a fight. He confronted her then. The guilt on her face was clear. However, the moment he spoke of returning to the temple and explaining to the masters. She attacked. In some way he understood her reason behind it. She had always been a devout Jedi. And if she was exiled for these actions. She would lose everything she cared about. But the quickness to her attack. As if, she hadn’t even thought before attacking. Their bond was at that moment broken. She may have been like a mother to him. But she clearly did not feel the same. At least. That was his way of thinking at the time.It probably made what happened next easier. After a swift, but brutal lightsabre battle. Almsey put down his fallen master.Their blades collided, his master was stronger, fueled by the dark side of the force. But within him existed complete emptinesss. Although the Jedi ususally taught for completely serenity during a battle this was another thing all together. In him there were no thoughts no feelings, only the task at hand, making him all the more dangerous as he flowed from combination attack to quick parry. However it was the nature of the dark side that was to be her undoing, she acted with desperation, anger and despair flowing into one. Fueling her strength, however creating a blindfold to things she would have usually saw in a heart beat. In this case. A fient attack. He had faked a slash to the left, only to turn it in the last minute, twisting the lightsabre blade and stabbing iaganally to the right, impaling her beast, and striking through flesh into her lung. There were no tears, no words. Just the two of them there, as she faded from the world.
He carried her body back to the temple. And explained all that had happened. The reasoning for his questions. Everything. After some deliberation, he was pronounced innocent of her death. And was subjugated to the Jedi Trials to fully become a knight. Courage and spirit. Perhaps the two most important parts of Jedi's mentality. The Council had recognised the defeat of his master as part of the trials ( this decision would haunt him leading to a partial guilt in thinking that his masters death had contributed to his passing as Jedi). The courage trial had relied only Almsey's speed of foot, or at least he thought it had. The trial in front of him was a leap of faith as it were, jumping from platform to platform with less than a foot's width to hold him up. One mistake and he would fall. Completing this test hadn't been easy, manipulating a mild fear of heights. However had leapt into the fray without flinching, his heart racing certainly but that was part of being a Jedi.
The next test however, was one that he feared. And would be one he remembered for the rest of his life. The test of spirit. Where a jedi must face his inner demons. The first thing he noticed was pain, horrible pain. And screaming. A woman in an alleyway being raped over and over as men clambered over one another to violate her. The woman was faceless, at first he had thought this had represented a many number of women who were savagely raped like this in the city however...he was wrong. The next image was a glimpse of a birth. But it was not a happy occasion, there were blood and tears as the child was dragged kicking and screaming from the womb. The image ended abrutly, his own discomfort managled with a sudden feeling that he was no longer alone. As the darkness cleared from the clouds of his minds he realised that the visions were no longer as such, he was now there, watching as the men raped the woman again, her features becoming clearer to him. One man laughed, and stood up...naked he turned to face Almsey. Naturally Almsey had took a stance to defend himself. However the man did nothing but stare...then slowly raising up his hands he began to claw and tear at his face. Dumb struck he could do nothing but stare as the blood pooled at the floor and this rapist pulled his face off. He threw the skin to the ground, like a mask, and under all that blood the Jedi to be saw something horrible. Behind the mans face...it was his own. Staring into a mirror, all biet a bloody and corrupted one. Once more..the man laughed. And then the woman screamed. " Like father like son".
To most Jedi perhaps this would have already counted as facing ones inner demons. Realising that he was in fact a child of a rape, rather than the blissful ignorance he had lived in. Believing that perhaps his parents had been killed, or had died of diease. But Almsey was a Jedi with more demons than friends. And so, things only continued. And began to escalate. The naked self in front of him buckled over, the woman and the other men disappearing into the shadows one by one. The dark dopplgagger screamed out and slowly his flesh began to distort. Needles punched their way out of his flesh covering his entire body, screaming in agony the man stood and stared at him. And then rushed at him. At first, Almsey was overcame with pure terror. However, from below this he steeled himself. The creatures charge didn't slow as it piled into him. The feeling needles tearing into his flesh was intense, however somewhat familar. It raised its fist, piling it into his face with blow after angry blow. The needles tearing into his face, the blood pooling around him. After the pain came fear, fear of death. But...his teachings kept with him, and after the fear passed came acceptance. The Beast's blows stopped. And the dopplegagger found itself staring at him in bewilderment " Why do you not fight me?".
Almsey searched himself for an answer. But only one came...and regardless of what people would think he answered truely. " You are a part of me, regardless of what happens I must accept it...you are my past...but I will be the future...I accept you". He brought his arms around the creature, his body wracked with pain, and drew it inwards. This trial. He never spoke of to anyone, no matter who enquired about it he never thought that anyone would understand what he had seen. After completing the trials he took up the mantel of Jedi Knight. And prepared himself for the future ahead of him. However certain members of the order. Didn’t believe his story. Knowing his background, they believed that it was he who had fell to the dark side and had been allowed to stay within the order. Because of these ill feelings things became difficult for him within the order. And he took to hanging around in the underbelly of Coruscant, bar hopping most nights when he wasn’t out on assignments.
He had been a Jedi Knight for several years, seeing his fair sshare of combat within the orders assignments. Although ever since the incident concerning his master, he had not been trusted among the order. The few friends of Ulites who didn't believe his story spread it among their padawans that he was a murderer. Not to be trusted nor to be indulged. He found humour in this circular thinking, Jedi always taught that anyone could fall to the dark side. But was it so hard to believe his master had? Even after becoming a knight, the council never really trusted him with a padawan, which in a ways suited him fine. Believing he'd be more a stigma to a padawan than anything else.
As a person he's not the most popular within the order, certainly not the most charismatic. He is however a certified genius, puzzles and investigation missions being his specilaity. If the council ever need any detective work, he's usually on the front of their shortlist. Physically he's not an adonis. However he is as fit as one could expect a Jedi to be, if not slightly more so. With blades and blasters he's never felt too comfortable , however has trained with them to a basic level just in case the situation calls. Unarmed combat he excells in due to his training with his master, who was a practitioner of the martial art of Teras Kashi. As a lightsabre fighter, he's proud to say he's above average. Certainly not the best. However his style and training are more suited towards sabre on sabre combat, his experience being in Form II and form IV.
Lightsaber: A kind of unusual design Almsey’s lightsabre at first appears to be a pure skeletal model of a lightsabre, pure basics, enough to have it function as its supposed to and enough of a grip to keep it from harming him whilst he’s using it. The idea of this is mostly to cut down bulk and weight. The main problem of wielding a lightsabre of course being that the blade is weightless means that a bulkier and heavier sabre hilt would of course result in more self inflicted injuries through combat or even just plain practice.
Cutting down the bulk of his sabre helps when evading, or pulling off more of the acrobatic features within the styles he’s known to adapt to.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho:5
Makashi:5
Soresu
Ataru :3
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense: 3
Protection: 5
Healing: 3
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Force Repulse: A technique used sparingly, if at all. It was powerful, effective. However it scares him. The ability was first used against a crowd of thugs who had him caught in a life or death situation. His desperation fueled his power, and the end result was an accidental use of this technique. However, this caused great animosity within him. As it was desperation that led his master to attack him. And he views it as part of the slippery road that would lead him to the dark side. So. Until he masters the control required for this technique. He'll very rarely use it.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement:
+2
RP Sample:
He hadn’t gotten far by the time that the annoying thief had caught up to him. What was that they said about blonde hair being linked to stupidity? He shook his head.” Sneaking was good….”. The thief grinned. “ Yeah…you almost had me by the balls the last time..”. His next words to the thief would not be as kind as his last ones were. “ There is no almost about it…”. He ended the sentence there, letting the coldness of his voice bathe in what appeared to be the warm personality of this urchin child. “ If I had wanted you dead, make no mistake thief…you wouldn’t have a head right now….”. Words were said with no emotion, no anger, no hatred. Just a cold certainty, something that froze the blood of his opponents. The fact that there was no arrogance in this left most questioning, whether or not they really could handle the Jedi. It was then the thief said something rather interesting.
“ You’re a bit darker than the average Jedi eh?”
He smirked lightly. “ Average Jedi?”. Almsey took a turn into another bar and found himself a chair and sat down. The urchin sat and nodded. “ Yeah…ya know all the are so holy bullnuts...you seem a little more down to earth”. He grinned and ordered his drink from the barmaid. “ Lets just say…sometimes I don’t see eye to eye with everyone in the order…”. His drink was placed down and the thief grinned “ one for me too, my friend here is paying…”. Almsey closed his eyes. He didn’t like this thief. But he was a reliable source of information in this scum hole. And if the order wanted a mission complete from him. Then they’d get one. Sometimes the only ways to get things done were to go to the underbelly of society and see whats growing. However even then, it didn’t mean he was willing to do anything illegal. The force was useful in that kind of thing, mind tricks usually passed over the payment method. And made Jedi haters into collaborators.
“ So what ya wanting to know then?...I gotta get back to the job…chances say that the more I spend here with you the more fat purses go by…’unattended’ “.
Slowly he reached into his pocket, and pulled out the piece of paper. The name was of a male. Human. A bounty hunter who had taken to revenge contracts for mobs. The thief grabbed the paper greedily, grinned. Then placed it back down on the table. “ I’ll tell you this one for free Jedi, this guy knows your after him…chances are he’s got people paid in here to tell him when you come in….”. Almsey shrugged. “ You one of them?”. The thief pulled a sarcastic innocent look. “ Oh com’on boss…even if I was that good to get one past you... that would eliminate a source of constant income for me…”. What the man said was true. However. That didn’t mean he should trust him. He didn’t trust much of anyone. Few inside the order. Even fewer outside. His eyes shot to the door as several heavies moved in. As expected their eyes had moved to him. “ Get under the table”. The thief raised an eyebrow, but a second later did as he was told. He wasn’t going to argue with a Jedi. Almsey lifted his legs, and rested them on another chair, He flicked aside his hair as the heavies raised their weapons. He opened his palm and focused, reaching out with the force. To most their telekinetic ability felt as if they had extended their own reach. An invisible hand. To him, it was less simple.
To him it felt more like swinging a mental hammer. Firing a metaphysical cannon. The heavies were lifted off their feet, with another sweep of his hand their heads slammed into the metal roof of the bar, he twisted his hand and the two came down, turned to each other and flew into separate sides of the bar. Smashing into the walls. He drew his lightsabre and flicked it on. There would likely be more outside. He stepped over one of them on the way to the door, bent down and grabbed his wallet. Shoveling out all the cash within he threw it at the barman. “ Drinks are on this guy…”. There were no arguments and the music changed as people shovelled down their poisons. Tonight was going to be tiring.
A bit counter-intuitive at first, but it makes adding to the history later much easier. ;D
