Post by sigvald on Oct 4, 2010 17:24:42 GMT -5
Name: Vall Dinnosh
Age: 25
Race: Miraluka
Birth place: Alpheridies
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 170
Eye Color: None
Hair Color: Silver w/ Black streaks from roots to tips.
Appearance: A man with short hair falling just below his ears. Not particularly bold looking more of an "every guy" sort of first look to him. He has a single small scar on his right shoulder near his chest from a practice accident and many more smaller ones all over his fists and abdomin. His skin tone is moderately tanned due to his roaming around outdoors so often. A distinctive feature of his is that he has arms longer than what is proportionate for his frame. (Think Guado's from FFX) He wears Black shin-high boots, long black robes with silver lining, black pants tucked into boots and a white tucked in shirt also a black bandage over his eye sockets tied in the back. He has no tattoo's to speak of…yet.
The clothing isnt the same but the guy the hair and the mist from his eyes are all the same.
Personality: Thoughtful by nature, speaking out only when his beliefs or values are in question. Highly inquisitive and always willing to learn something new. Vall is fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy. To those who don’t know him he appears to be almost always calm, but in truth he is constantly examining his surroundings weary of any threats to himself or those that matter to him. His sense of humor is that of sharp witty respites which make others see him as a know-it-all snob. He loves speed and going fast as long as he is in control.
Profession:
Student.
Skills:
Force Sight (always active)
Above average pilotting capabilities
Previous Faction:
Grey Padawan.
Faction:
Sith.
Mastery Level:
Padawan/Acolyte in training.
Lightsaber:
Bright orange standard lightsaber, and a deep yellow shoto.
Equipment:
Two Lightsabers, one a shoto
Force Abilities:
Force Comprehension
Force Concealment
Force Sight
Force Stun
Psychometry
Specialized Skills:
Art of Movement
Breath Control
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 4
Shien / Djem So 2
Niman/Jar-Kai 2
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 5
Body: 4
Sense: 7
Protection: 4
Healing: 1
Destruction: 3
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -1
Bio:
Origins
As a six year old Vall grew up on his peoples adopted home world Alpheridies with a loving mother and father, his life was not particularly difficult or luxurious but he was somewhat content. Yet at night when he was alone in his room with nothing more than his thoughts and the night sky he would look up and feel the energies around him. Vall wanted to explore the universe as soon as he was strong enough and couldnt wait for the chance.
One day while creating mischief in the market place of the city Vall was "tested" by his friends to steal from the out-of-towner that had arrived a few days before; a young man in shredded robes with a beard as wild as the look in his eyes. Not being one to shy from a challenge he quickly moved through the crowd and attempted to pick the pocket of the man. However the outsider was wise to the young boy’s actions and immediately grabbed his hand as Vall was drawing near his goal. Snatching Vall away he ran down an ally and demanded to know why the boy had tried to steal from him. After some conversation the man showed himself to be a rogue Jedi Knight and the two seemed to enjoy each other’s company. Meeting over the course of a few weeks the two would get together in that same ally and speak of the amazing feats of the Jedi, showing his abilities with the Force and explaining the teachings. One day the Jedi, Rhaz Vellar, had asked Vall if he wanted to go with the Knight and learn the ways of the force. Vall didn’t know what to say but he knew in his heart that what the Knight had to show would be amazing and very promising. The boy went home and for half a week he went about life as normal but with heavy thoughts to ponder. After some time the Knight revealed himself to Vall and this time the boy had an answer. Leaving that night the boy left a simple note on his bed as he crept out of the window. "Goodbye, I love you both. -Vall"
Training
Rhaz Vellar was vigorous in his training since the boy was slightly older than was expected he knew there was a lot of catching up ahead of them. Focusing most of the boys training in the use and appreciation of the Force the two trained and honed their skills over fifteen years. Evasion was everything to Rhaz as he was always weary of some strange foe that he swore would come for him and those close to him, he trained the young Vall in the ways of hiding and secret movement. For years the practice he would do was nothing but "field practice", where the boy had to do all he could to hide from his master in any way possible. The Jedi would show him ways to manipulate his own Force emission and how to detect others around him from a greater distance than he even dreamed he could.
All the while the two would find themselves in brawls and ambushes by the low-lives that they were forced to bump shoulder's with on different worlds. They had little money and didnt need it, whatever they couldnt work for the Force supplied them, yet other more vile people felt that taking from them was right. In this time the boy had grown into a young adult and the Jedi Knight had become a loving mentor and father.
As promised Rhaz had taken Vall to various other planets within close proximity to his home world and with every new planet Vall became hungrier for knowledge of the universe. And so for a time life continued, the two were great friends and together they trained while enjoying the universe.
All Good Things…
While visiting the planet Thisspias the two had taken shelter in an abandoned building. The camp fire had become little more than embers by the early morning light and Vall was deep in sleep. Suddenly Rhaz had shaken him awake and whispered feverishly “They are here, we must go!” Then as quickly as he had spoken those words two men came running into the building, Valls’ Force Sight could feel the Force pulsating through these two people stronger than any he had in the past. Rhaz stood up and pulled his Padawan to his feet, “You must leave they don’t want you.” As he said this he released his Vall and grabbed his lightsabers. Frantic and absolutely confused the young man ran as fast as he could through the building away from the other men. Still sensing his Master as he ran Vall found another exit and ran as fast as his feet could take him. His master had told him that there was a reason they had not traveled far from Alpherdies, that people had been looking for him but Rhaz would not say who or why. Remembering what his Master had taught him Vall quickly focused his energies into controlling his breathing and keeping one foot in front of the other.
Hours had passed by before Vall considered letting go of his focus to hone in on his Master, when he did the Force was faint and fleeting from Rhaz. Several miles later, and still as panicked as he had ever been in his life, Vall returned to find his master and a lone Jedi that he had slain. With his mentors last breaths he told Vall to not feel anger or the need for revenge but to live a life full of adventure and to tell noone of the powers he possessed. Vall took his master to a soft soiled area nearby and buried him. Taking Rhazs’ weapons and shredded robe as a way of remembering his teacher. Soon after touching the weapons an image came to Vall in the form of a powerful strain to his mind, he saw Rhaz fighting the two who had come to kill them and suddenly a surge as the image changed to show Rhaz had slain one of the assailents. Through the last year Rhaz was trying to teach his apprentice the technique known as "psychometry", a pratice that had taken him years to master. Vall was not complete in his training, most objects gave no insight to them but those that did were from great impressions. Wanting nothing more than to be able to see the face of the other attacker Vall swore to himself he would master this ability to avenge his friend. The newly masterless Padawan boarded the Republic shuttle they had used to visit all of the beautiful worlds they had been to and left the planet hoping to never return.
“What’s next For Me?”
Two years had passed since his master’s death and although Vall wanted to let go there was still anger and confusion in his heart and he still seeked the answers to who had attacked them, and why his master had to die for it. Travel and wonder had lost a little of it’s enjoyment without Rhaz to share it with and training had become little more than shadows of the practice he once knew. He still wanted to learn more but had no means of furthering his training. The little training he received had taught him the basics and some of the ways of the blade yet in times of extreme danger the Miralukan has always been able to tap into his natural "Force Sight" and quickly out maneuver his opponent allowing him to either get away or deal a crippling blow; avoiding mortal wounds usually. Having not had enough time in any one normal society to gain skills in commerce or otherwise Vall had no trade skills to speak of, yet he did show interest in piloting single-man ships like the one his Master had when they were a team. Living as a vagabond working where and wheneer he could, struggling for enough food and fuel for the ship he went searching planets for a sign of what to do next with his life.
Something Wicked
One day while roaming a distant planet Vall didn’t even know, or care, the name of he noticed a powerful Force-sensitive walking in a crowd not far from himself. This user was absolutely radiant in what seemed like the blackest light he had ever seen. A woman of extreme beauty with a sense of horror in her eyes was no more than twenty yards from him yet he could not look directly at her. The light burning his mind and filling him with aggression, he fell to a knee to refocus his thoughts and when he recomposed himself he stood and found she had vanished. Vall pushed through the crowd and stood exactly where he had last seen her and found a feint trace of her light leading down an allyway. He gave pursuit not knowing exactly what this person was or how they felt so powerful in the Force. Following in the shadows with fear and excitement running through him he found he had completely lost her tracks. Stopping near a rather large house he focused tremendously to only find her as she slammed him into the house. She was faster than himself, using the Force she pushed open the door and slammed it shut behind them. Vall was in a panic but didn’t know why he couldn’t bring himself to bear arms against this woman, then suddenly she released him and walked towards a table as she asked him to join her. The fear stronger now than before but the calm brought to him by finding a Force-user this powerful overwhelmed the pethetic emotion. She offered him exactly what he needed, another chance.
Having found a new and even more powerful Force-sensitive Master than he had ever seen Vall knew in his heart that his thirst for knowledge was finally back on track. Practicing and fighting became more intense than it had ever been in his life. For about a year fighting with saber and Force against his new Master till near death became the staple training point for the two. His Master who was skilled with two guard shotos forced Vall to quickly understand the importance of his own lightsaber and shoto combination as she would constantly bombard the young man with her anger based fighting style. The last year till present became easier on the padawans' traing and more a reluctant romance between the new team. Taking him with her on missions and other quasi-adventures the two grew closer together, with Vall at the cockpit and his Master revealing her true self all the while brought the two closer together.
(Tammera Reyes is the Master, aka Darth Tammys' character)
RP Sample:
“Get this thing into space already! You’ve been paid so what’s the hold up?” As Vall vented his frustration he slumped back into his seat. He faced towards the dusty and questionably fashioned window, the Jedi had been stuck in dock for the last two hours waiting for his not so luxurious flight to take off.
It had been more than twelve years since he had returned home and for the first time in ages he wondered if his parents were still alive. “They must hate me…” “What was that son?” A thick raspy voice came from the cockpit as the copilot looked back to register what the young man had said. “Nothing, just thinking to myself. Be honest with me are we ever leaving?” The big human got out of his seat and walked over to kneel next to Valls’ seat, “It might be another half an hour son. Seems the coolant systems fer the initial thrust engines ar'offline.” Standing up the man peered into the bandage over the sockets of the young man’s eyes. “Say, uh, if you don’t mind m’asking, what’s with the headgear? You wounded er’somethin?” The blindfolded teen faced toward the man, he couldn’t see his face or any colored detail of his jumpsuit but he could imagine what he felt. Interested, confused, concerned. Slowly he removed his plain black bandage and looked up at the man with a grin on his face. “I owed more money than I could come up with so they took my eyes, and for that I took their lives.” The burly man staggered backward a step and quickly looked away. “That was none of my business sir, fr’get I said an’thing.” The man walked briskly towards the engine room to get away from Vall. “I wonder how many more Miralukan’s he plans on asking that question to.” The young Padawan laughed to himself as he replaced his bandage and continued looking out of his window.
A few minutes later the engines roared as the copilot returned, not taking even a glance towards his bizarre client as he took his seat. “Finally we are going, I’m going,” a shudder ran down Valls’ spine, “I'm going home.”
Age: 25
Race: Miraluka
Birth place: Alpheridies
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 170
Eye Color: None
Hair Color: Silver w/ Black streaks from roots to tips.
Appearance: A man with short hair falling just below his ears. Not particularly bold looking more of an "every guy" sort of first look to him. He has a single small scar on his right shoulder near his chest from a practice accident and many more smaller ones all over his fists and abdomin. His skin tone is moderately tanned due to his roaming around outdoors so often. A distinctive feature of his is that he has arms longer than what is proportionate for his frame. (Think Guado's from FFX) He wears Black shin-high boots, long black robes with silver lining, black pants tucked into boots and a white tucked in shirt also a black bandage over his eye sockets tied in the back. He has no tattoo's to speak of…yet.
The clothing isnt the same but the guy the hair and the mist from his eyes are all the same.
Personality: Thoughtful by nature, speaking out only when his beliefs or values are in question. Highly inquisitive and always willing to learn something new. Vall is fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy. To those who don’t know him he appears to be almost always calm, but in truth he is constantly examining his surroundings weary of any threats to himself or those that matter to him. His sense of humor is that of sharp witty respites which make others see him as a know-it-all snob. He loves speed and going fast as long as he is in control.
Profession:
Student.
Skills:
Force Sight (always active)
Above average pilotting capabilities
Previous Faction:
Grey Padawan.
Faction:
Sith.
Mastery Level:
Padawan/Acolyte in training.
Lightsaber:
Bright orange standard lightsaber, and a deep yellow shoto.
Equipment:
Two Lightsabers, one a shoto
Force Abilities:
Force Comprehension
Force Concealment
Force Sight
Force Stun
Psychometry
Specialized Skills:
Art of Movement
Breath Control
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 4
Shien / Djem So 2
Niman/Jar-Kai 2
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 5
Body: 4
Sense: 7
Protection: 4
Healing: 1
Destruction: 3
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -1
Bio:
Origins
As a six year old Vall grew up on his peoples adopted home world Alpheridies with a loving mother and father, his life was not particularly difficult or luxurious but he was somewhat content. Yet at night when he was alone in his room with nothing more than his thoughts and the night sky he would look up and feel the energies around him. Vall wanted to explore the universe as soon as he was strong enough and couldnt wait for the chance.
One day while creating mischief in the market place of the city Vall was "tested" by his friends to steal from the out-of-towner that had arrived a few days before; a young man in shredded robes with a beard as wild as the look in his eyes. Not being one to shy from a challenge he quickly moved through the crowd and attempted to pick the pocket of the man. However the outsider was wise to the young boy’s actions and immediately grabbed his hand as Vall was drawing near his goal. Snatching Vall away he ran down an ally and demanded to know why the boy had tried to steal from him. After some conversation the man showed himself to be a rogue Jedi Knight and the two seemed to enjoy each other’s company. Meeting over the course of a few weeks the two would get together in that same ally and speak of the amazing feats of the Jedi, showing his abilities with the Force and explaining the teachings. One day the Jedi, Rhaz Vellar, had asked Vall if he wanted to go with the Knight and learn the ways of the force. Vall didn’t know what to say but he knew in his heart that what the Knight had to show would be amazing and very promising. The boy went home and for half a week he went about life as normal but with heavy thoughts to ponder. After some time the Knight revealed himself to Vall and this time the boy had an answer. Leaving that night the boy left a simple note on his bed as he crept out of the window. "Goodbye, I love you both. -Vall"
Training
Rhaz Vellar was vigorous in his training since the boy was slightly older than was expected he knew there was a lot of catching up ahead of them. Focusing most of the boys training in the use and appreciation of the Force the two trained and honed their skills over fifteen years. Evasion was everything to Rhaz as he was always weary of some strange foe that he swore would come for him and those close to him, he trained the young Vall in the ways of hiding and secret movement. For years the practice he would do was nothing but "field practice", where the boy had to do all he could to hide from his master in any way possible. The Jedi would show him ways to manipulate his own Force emission and how to detect others around him from a greater distance than he even dreamed he could.
All the while the two would find themselves in brawls and ambushes by the low-lives that they were forced to bump shoulder's with on different worlds. They had little money and didnt need it, whatever they couldnt work for the Force supplied them, yet other more vile people felt that taking from them was right. In this time the boy had grown into a young adult and the Jedi Knight had become a loving mentor and father.
As promised Rhaz had taken Vall to various other planets within close proximity to his home world and with every new planet Vall became hungrier for knowledge of the universe. And so for a time life continued, the two were great friends and together they trained while enjoying the universe.
All Good Things…
While visiting the planet Thisspias the two had taken shelter in an abandoned building. The camp fire had become little more than embers by the early morning light and Vall was deep in sleep. Suddenly Rhaz had shaken him awake and whispered feverishly “They are here, we must go!” Then as quickly as he had spoken those words two men came running into the building, Valls’ Force Sight could feel the Force pulsating through these two people stronger than any he had in the past. Rhaz stood up and pulled his Padawan to his feet, “You must leave they don’t want you.” As he said this he released his Vall and grabbed his lightsabers. Frantic and absolutely confused the young man ran as fast as he could through the building away from the other men. Still sensing his Master as he ran Vall found another exit and ran as fast as his feet could take him. His master had told him that there was a reason they had not traveled far from Alpherdies, that people had been looking for him but Rhaz would not say who or why. Remembering what his Master had taught him Vall quickly focused his energies into controlling his breathing and keeping one foot in front of the other.
Hours had passed by before Vall considered letting go of his focus to hone in on his Master, when he did the Force was faint and fleeting from Rhaz. Several miles later, and still as panicked as he had ever been in his life, Vall returned to find his master and a lone Jedi that he had slain. With his mentors last breaths he told Vall to not feel anger or the need for revenge but to live a life full of adventure and to tell noone of the powers he possessed. Vall took his master to a soft soiled area nearby and buried him. Taking Rhazs’ weapons and shredded robe as a way of remembering his teacher. Soon after touching the weapons an image came to Vall in the form of a powerful strain to his mind, he saw Rhaz fighting the two who had come to kill them and suddenly a surge as the image changed to show Rhaz had slain one of the assailents. Through the last year Rhaz was trying to teach his apprentice the technique known as "psychometry", a pratice that had taken him years to master. Vall was not complete in his training, most objects gave no insight to them but those that did were from great impressions. Wanting nothing more than to be able to see the face of the other attacker Vall swore to himself he would master this ability to avenge his friend. The newly masterless Padawan boarded the Republic shuttle they had used to visit all of the beautiful worlds they had been to and left the planet hoping to never return.
“What’s next For Me?”
Two years had passed since his master’s death and although Vall wanted to let go there was still anger and confusion in his heart and he still seeked the answers to who had attacked them, and why his master had to die for it. Travel and wonder had lost a little of it’s enjoyment without Rhaz to share it with and training had become little more than shadows of the practice he once knew. He still wanted to learn more but had no means of furthering his training. The little training he received had taught him the basics and some of the ways of the blade yet in times of extreme danger the Miralukan has always been able to tap into his natural "Force Sight" and quickly out maneuver his opponent allowing him to either get away or deal a crippling blow; avoiding mortal wounds usually. Having not had enough time in any one normal society to gain skills in commerce or otherwise Vall had no trade skills to speak of, yet he did show interest in piloting single-man ships like the one his Master had when they were a team. Living as a vagabond working where and wheneer he could, struggling for enough food and fuel for the ship he went searching planets for a sign of what to do next with his life.
Something Wicked
One day while roaming a distant planet Vall didn’t even know, or care, the name of he noticed a powerful Force-sensitive walking in a crowd not far from himself. This user was absolutely radiant in what seemed like the blackest light he had ever seen. A woman of extreme beauty with a sense of horror in her eyes was no more than twenty yards from him yet he could not look directly at her. The light burning his mind and filling him with aggression, he fell to a knee to refocus his thoughts and when he recomposed himself he stood and found she had vanished. Vall pushed through the crowd and stood exactly where he had last seen her and found a feint trace of her light leading down an allyway. He gave pursuit not knowing exactly what this person was or how they felt so powerful in the Force. Following in the shadows with fear and excitement running through him he found he had completely lost her tracks. Stopping near a rather large house he focused tremendously to only find her as she slammed him into the house. She was faster than himself, using the Force she pushed open the door and slammed it shut behind them. Vall was in a panic but didn’t know why he couldn’t bring himself to bear arms against this woman, then suddenly she released him and walked towards a table as she asked him to join her. The fear stronger now than before but the calm brought to him by finding a Force-user this powerful overwhelmed the pethetic emotion. She offered him exactly what he needed, another chance.
Having found a new and even more powerful Force-sensitive Master than he had ever seen Vall knew in his heart that his thirst for knowledge was finally back on track. Practicing and fighting became more intense than it had ever been in his life. For about a year fighting with saber and Force against his new Master till near death became the staple training point for the two. His Master who was skilled with two guard shotos forced Vall to quickly understand the importance of his own lightsaber and shoto combination as she would constantly bombard the young man with her anger based fighting style. The last year till present became easier on the padawans' traing and more a reluctant romance between the new team. Taking him with her on missions and other quasi-adventures the two grew closer together, with Vall at the cockpit and his Master revealing her true self all the while brought the two closer together.
(Tammera Reyes is the Master, aka Darth Tammys' character)
RP Sample:
“Get this thing into space already! You’ve been paid so what’s the hold up?” As Vall vented his frustration he slumped back into his seat. He faced towards the dusty and questionably fashioned window, the Jedi had been stuck in dock for the last two hours waiting for his not so luxurious flight to take off.
It had been more than twelve years since he had returned home and for the first time in ages he wondered if his parents were still alive. “They must hate me…” “What was that son?” A thick raspy voice came from the cockpit as the copilot looked back to register what the young man had said. “Nothing, just thinking to myself. Be honest with me are we ever leaving?” The big human got out of his seat and walked over to kneel next to Valls’ seat, “It might be another half an hour son. Seems the coolant systems fer the initial thrust engines ar'offline.” Standing up the man peered into the bandage over the sockets of the young man’s eyes. “Say, uh, if you don’t mind m’asking, what’s with the headgear? You wounded er’somethin?” The blindfolded teen faced toward the man, he couldn’t see his face or any colored detail of his jumpsuit but he could imagine what he felt. Interested, confused, concerned. Slowly he removed his plain black bandage and looked up at the man with a grin on his face. “I owed more money than I could come up with so they took my eyes, and for that I took their lives.” The burly man staggered backward a step and quickly looked away. “That was none of my business sir, fr’get I said an’thing.” The man walked briskly towards the engine room to get away from Vall. “I wonder how many more Miralukan’s he plans on asking that question to.” The young Padawan laughed to himself as he replaced his bandage and continued looking out of his window.
A few minutes later the engines roared as the copilot returned, not taking even a glance towards his bizarre client as he took his seat. “Finally we are going, I’m going,” a shudder ran down Valls’ spine, “I'm going home.”
