Post by Casual on Jan 9, 2011 22:08:08 GMT -5
I don't think I can stop myself. It's ok, this should be simple enough.
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Password: Ronto
Character permission Uh....
Name: Donvolo Cervantes
Race: Human
Age: 51 gsy
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 130 lb
Birth place: Alderaan, outskirts of Terrarium
Appearance:
He is a disheveled elderly man, strong in his meager exercises that he would take only when he wasn't reading his datapads and watching holovids.
He carries a poor-quality vibrosword with a depleted battery (though he clicks it on anyway to simulate a lightsaber switch), complete with sheath at his hip. He believes it to be a lightsaber.
Seen here is a cartoonish version of the man, proud and thin. The armor is excluded, as he wears something different.
This is what he typically dons, a clearly counterfeit ensemble of Jedi robes. He believes them to have belonged to some great Jedi of the past.
Personality:
Donvolo believes that he is a Jedi and that the world around him revolves around this notion. Most all of his interactions and goals are based on this fact.
Other than this, he is a kindhearted individual, who is ever paranoid of the Sith and succumbing to the Dark Side. He knows and follows the Jedi Code backwards and forwards. He is a friend to all, and some might even say crazy. Some of his fantasies delve even into hallucinations.
Previous Occupation:Landlord
Occupation: Galactic Wanderer / "Jedi"
Rank: None
Bio:
The planet of Alderaan was gifted with the child of Nerf herders named Melanie and Richard Cervantes (ages 41 and 43, respectively) but a mere 51 galactic standard years ago. This child was named Donvolo.
The boy grew up as a regular boy was, afforded the simple parenting and child rearing like every child his age. His parents taught him the trade and homeschooled him. They were intelligent parents, and raised him with care and love. His education was easily on par with any average schooling system. This homeschooling method, however, would instill the seeds of the love of reading in the boy.
This love of reading never stopped. Most young boys with the wilds at their fingertips and freedom in their hands would explore the world for what it was and not be bothered by holobooks, datapads and the occasional holovid. Donvolo was different. He explored his books first, and then the world. In his freetime he would imagine himself as part of the worlds his books told him of, though at this age, he was a rational young boy, as capable of any his age of filtering the two realities.
He continued to learn the trade of his parents, now of age to take to the hands-on training that was required of him. He did as he was told, and when he didn't it was for the same reasons as any rebellious teenager.
He made friends simply enough, and where there weren't many neighbors for miles, he learned how to make friends with those he didn't particularly like. There truly was nothing socially, emotionally, physically, mentally or otherwise outstandingly wrong with the boy, his only truly distinguishing factor being his love of holobooks and datapads.
These things did not affect his relations with others or his work ethic with his parents. He was a mild-mannered individual. He found no preference towards fiction or non-fiction in his books, though the grandeur of Jedi cheap-books and romanticized tales struck a chord in him somewhere.
It was a simple, uneventful life the young boy lived. He was soon to take over more responsibilities, as his parents were getting late in years, having had their only child at an older age. He would need to be more active with his job and take charge of more things. He was ready for the responsibility his father would soon place on him.
Time wore on and year progressed to year, and as his parents aged, his responsibilities increased. He was quite successful, though, in his business dealings. Selling and buying nerfs was proving quite lucrative the way he handled it. It might have been that he worked harder due to the pressure of caring for his parents. He bought more land so he could buy more nerfs, and soon he had much property, soon, the land made its way to border a town. He stopped there, as he now had the ability to feed his now retired parents.
This came at the ripe age of 26 for Donvolo. His parents were in their sixties, and he was in his prime. He handled the job on his own now. So it would progress for the next four years.
Two days after Donvolo's 30th birthday, both of his parents passed away in their sleep due to the same illness, holding each others hands as they passed. Donvolo was a single man, and always had been because of his parent's need for him, he simply hadn't the time. This would contribute to his delusions down the road, delusions fed by the continued reading of holobooks.
Yes, Donvolo could not stop himself from continuing to read the holobooks and datapads on the Jedi. As he grew older, Jedi became increasingly interesting to him. He was drawn deeper and deeper into the stories and hyperbole-laden stories he read. He was being drawn into it deeper and deeper, his grasp on reality bending ever slowly with every year.
When his parents passed, he decided to close down the business, and sold every last nerf and a huge portion of land that was not adjacent to the town. With the land that was nearby the town and the credits he'd garnered, he constructed a few houses and purchased more land that wrapped around the town. He then began to put the houses up for rent and became a landlord, finding the legalities and the transition none-too-difficult for him. He wanted to live an easier life after having worked his backside off for the business that kept his family going.
His seven constructed houses soon filled with happy families, and the profits grew, and with them, more land. Over the period of 5 years, he would use money to buy more land and soon some of his tenants would purchase nerfs and become nerf farmers themselves with the land they were renting. He became a more successful landlord than he had ever been as a nerf herder.
The problem was that after those 5 years, his methods went down the drain. He began to buy holobooks en mass, reading them in every bit of his spare time. Investments in the land he owned ceased as he turned to doing his bare basic duties as landlord and moving further and further towards being a recluse. The tenants and townspeople heard less and less of him as he wasted away reading his holobooks and datapads on the Jedi and their code.
When he wasn't doing these things, he was self-training in Broken Gate, learning the technique from datapads and an instructional holovid. The exercise kept him fit, though thin, as he ate hardly enough to get by in the lifestyle he lived. He was slowly crumbling.
That was until he suddenly stopped leaving his house at all.
When he turned 45, the next 5 years were filled with the occasional paid delivery-boy bringing Donovlo food and drink, he himself never came outside. What he was doing, the townspeople did not know. He was planning.
He had run out of holobooks, read every one he could possibly find. He was an obsessed individual and now had plans to leave the planet. He plotted and planned his new self, restructuring his own mind, deluding himself, lying to himself and becoming neigh on insane.
When he emerged, he emerged a Jedi. Or at least, in his own mind, he was a Jedi. Well, a padawan of a Jedi anyway. He needed a Master to train him until he could passed his trials and was Knighted. He had, after all, just received word in the delivery boy's words "Here's your things, sir" that his midichlorian results were in and his count was quite large. So much so, in fact, that the Jedi would have to take him in his older age. Therefore, he needed a Knight to train him as Padawan.
This, in the man's mind, was simple enough to remedy. As he stepped outside, he deluded himself into believing that the man not much older than himself was a wise and powerful Jedi and practitioner of Makashi, the form which Don hoped to "learn."
When Don approached the man and requested his instruction, though uncertain at first, the man by the name of Jerguo, obliged. He had had a rough day and needed some entertainment. After putting Don through rigorous and bemusing obstacle courses and making him dance like a goon for Makashi, he had had his fun. Donvolo had acquired a good sized gash on his leg from the obstacle course he claimed was given by a vornskr. Thus was his trial of Flesh. For trial of skill, completing the course, which he claimed was a perilous escape from an exploding facility, which required every ounce of the Force to guide him through.
The trial of Spirit came when Jerguo explained that he was done, and it was over. It had been one day. So in Don's mind, he believed the man to be a traitor to the cause, his own master. It was an emotionally painful experience, and after he had meditated the whole week on it, he beleived he had passed that last trial.
He now needed to be Knighted by the Council, and completion of his trial of Courage would be his adventure in getting there. He would need a vessel worthy of a Jedi to get him there for his Knighting. He sold his land, and purchased a ticket on public transport bound for Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. They would need him in the battle against the resurgent Sith scum. So begins Donvolo's quest on the surface of Coruscant.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership:5
Unarmed: 5 (Entirely Broken Gate)
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Alignment: +3
RP Sample:
En Garde, foul Sith Kath Hound!
Donvolo Cervantes swung his de-activated vibrosword at the moisture vaporator. To no effect.
Go now into the Force, foul combatant!
He continued to wail on the device, beating his 'sword against the vaporator continuously, closing his eyes on occasion as he did so, believing he was channeling the Force to aid his strikes. On such thrashing hit a loose part and caused water pressure to build in the location.
Donvolo leaped back and pulled both of his hands back to his side in a cupped shape. He then brought his right leg back and threw his hands forward, attempting to utilize a Force Push.
As he did so, the part he had hit previously gave way and water gushed out into his face. The pressure was minute, enough only to spray the man off of his feet, being that the device stored water below ground, the pressure only had built up from the water gathered from the atmosphere.
Ah! I see you have given yourself up in one last pounce, you dark-sided hound! I claim victory now!
The owner of the vaporator was now running towards Donvolo, shouting and yelling. Don had no clue what could have been the problem, perhaps the man wished to thank him in slaying the Kath Hound. Before the man could speak, Donvolo interjected:
Do not fret, I have slain the foul creature, it shall trouble you no futher. May the Force be with you!
Donvolo Cervantes then ran off, under the assumption that he was using Force Speed to do so, and did not heed the yelling of the portly man who owned the damaged vaporator, who now stood, indefinitely perplexed at what had just transpired.
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Password: Ronto
Character permission Uh....
Name: Donvolo Cervantes
Race: Human
Age: 51 gsy
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 130 lb
Birth place: Alderaan, outskirts of Terrarium
Appearance:
He is a disheveled elderly man, strong in his meager exercises that he would take only when he wasn't reading his datapads and watching holovids.
He carries a poor-quality vibrosword with a depleted battery (though he clicks it on anyway to simulate a lightsaber switch), complete with sheath at his hip. He believes it to be a lightsaber.
Seen here is a cartoonish version of the man, proud and thin. The armor is excluded, as he wears something different.
This is what he typically dons, a clearly counterfeit ensemble of Jedi robes. He believes them to have belonged to some great Jedi of the past.
Personality:
Donvolo believes that he is a Jedi and that the world around him revolves around this notion. Most all of his interactions and goals are based on this fact.
Other than this, he is a kindhearted individual, who is ever paranoid of the Sith and succumbing to the Dark Side. He knows and follows the Jedi Code backwards and forwards. He is a friend to all, and some might even say crazy. Some of his fantasies delve even into hallucinations.
Previous Occupation:Landlord
Occupation: Galactic Wanderer / "Jedi"
Rank: None
Bio:
The Birth of a Legend
Ages 0 to 5
The planet of Alderaan was gifted with the child of Nerf herders named Melanie and Richard Cervantes (ages 41 and 43, respectively) but a mere 51 galactic standard years ago. This child was named Donvolo.
The boy grew up as a regular boy was, afforded the simple parenting and child rearing like every child his age. His parents taught him the trade and homeschooled him. They were intelligent parents, and raised him with care and love. His education was easily on par with any average schooling system. This homeschooling method, however, would instill the seeds of the love of reading in the boy.
Beginning of the End
Ages 5 to 18
This love of reading never stopped. Most young boys with the wilds at their fingertips and freedom in their hands would explore the world for what it was and not be bothered by holobooks, datapads and the occasional holovid. Donvolo was different. He explored his books first, and then the world. In his freetime he would imagine himself as part of the worlds his books told him of, though at this age, he was a rational young boy, as capable of any his age of filtering the two realities.
He continued to learn the trade of his parents, now of age to take to the hands-on training that was required of him. He did as he was told, and when he didn't it was for the same reasons as any rebellious teenager.
He made friends simply enough, and where there weren't many neighbors for miles, he learned how to make friends with those he didn't particularly like. There truly was nothing socially, emotionally, physically, mentally or otherwise outstandingly wrong with the boy, his only truly distinguishing factor being his love of holobooks and datapads.
These things did not affect his relations with others or his work ethic with his parents. He was a mild-mannered individual. He found no preference towards fiction or non-fiction in his books, though the grandeur of Jedi cheap-books and romanticized tales struck a chord in him somewhere.
It was a simple, uneventful life the young boy lived. He was soon to take over more responsibilities, as his parents were getting late in years, having had their only child at an older age. He would need to be more active with his job and take charge of more things. He was ready for the responsibility his father would soon place on him.
A Door Closes That Another Might Open
Ages 18 to 30
Time wore on and year progressed to year, and as his parents aged, his responsibilities increased. He was quite successful, though, in his business dealings. Selling and buying nerfs was proving quite lucrative the way he handled it. It might have been that he worked harder due to the pressure of caring for his parents. He bought more land so he could buy more nerfs, and soon he had much property, soon, the land made its way to border a town. He stopped there, as he now had the ability to feed his now retired parents.
This came at the ripe age of 26 for Donvolo. His parents were in their sixties, and he was in his prime. He handled the job on his own now. So it would progress for the next four years.
Two days after Donvolo's 30th birthday, both of his parents passed away in their sleep due to the same illness, holding each others hands as they passed. Donvolo was a single man, and always had been because of his parent's need for him, he simply hadn't the time. This would contribute to his delusions down the road, delusions fed by the continued reading of holobooks.
Yes, Donvolo could not stop himself from continuing to read the holobooks and datapads on the Jedi. As he grew older, Jedi became increasingly interesting to him. He was drawn deeper and deeper into the stories and hyperbole-laden stories he read. He was being drawn into it deeper and deeper, his grasp on reality bending ever slowly with every year.
When his parents passed, he decided to close down the business, and sold every last nerf and a huge portion of land that was not adjacent to the town. With the land that was nearby the town and the credits he'd garnered, he constructed a few houses and purchased more land that wrapped around the town. He then began to put the houses up for rent and became a landlord, finding the legalities and the transition none-too-difficult for him. He wanted to live an easier life after having worked his backside off for the business that kept his family going.
Business As Unusual
Ages 30 to 45
His seven constructed houses soon filled with happy families, and the profits grew, and with them, more land. Over the period of 5 years, he would use money to buy more land and soon some of his tenants would purchase nerfs and become nerf farmers themselves with the land they were renting. He became a more successful landlord than he had ever been as a nerf herder.
The problem was that after those 5 years, his methods went down the drain. He began to buy holobooks en mass, reading them in every bit of his spare time. Investments in the land he owned ceased as he turned to doing his bare basic duties as landlord and moving further and further towards being a recluse. The tenants and townspeople heard less and less of him as he wasted away reading his holobooks and datapads on the Jedi and their code.
When he wasn't doing these things, he was self-training in Broken Gate, learning the technique from datapads and an instructional holovid. The exercise kept him fit, though thin, as he ate hardly enough to get by in the lifestyle he lived. He was slowly crumbling.
That was until he suddenly stopped leaving his house at all.
Jaded Jedi
Ages 45 to 51
When he turned 45, the next 5 years were filled with the occasional paid delivery-boy bringing Donovlo food and drink, he himself never came outside. What he was doing, the townspeople did not know. He was planning.
He had run out of holobooks, read every one he could possibly find. He was an obsessed individual and now had plans to leave the planet. He plotted and planned his new self, restructuring his own mind, deluding himself, lying to himself and becoming neigh on insane.
When he emerged, he emerged a Jedi. Or at least, in his own mind, he was a Jedi. Well, a padawan of a Jedi anyway. He needed a Master to train him until he could passed his trials and was Knighted. He had, after all, just received word in the delivery boy's words "Here's your things, sir" that his midichlorian results were in and his count was quite large. So much so, in fact, that the Jedi would have to take him in his older age. Therefore, he needed a Knight to train him as Padawan.
This, in the man's mind, was simple enough to remedy. As he stepped outside, he deluded himself into believing that the man not much older than himself was a wise and powerful Jedi and practitioner of Makashi, the form which Don hoped to "learn."
When Don approached the man and requested his instruction, though uncertain at first, the man by the name of Jerguo, obliged. He had had a rough day and needed some entertainment. After putting Don through rigorous and bemusing obstacle courses and making him dance like a goon for Makashi, he had had his fun. Donvolo had acquired a good sized gash on his leg from the obstacle course he claimed was given by a vornskr. Thus was his trial of Flesh. For trial of skill, completing the course, which he claimed was a perilous escape from an exploding facility, which required every ounce of the Force to guide him through.
The trial of Spirit came when Jerguo explained that he was done, and it was over. It had been one day. So in Don's mind, he believed the man to be a traitor to the cause, his own master. It was an emotionally painful experience, and after he had meditated the whole week on it, he beleived he had passed that last trial.
He now needed to be Knighted by the Council, and completion of his trial of Courage would be his adventure in getting there. He would need a vessel worthy of a Jedi to get him there for his Knighting. He sold his land, and purchased a ticket on public transport bound for Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. They would need him in the battle against the resurgent Sith scum. So begins Donvolo's quest on the surface of Coruscant.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership:5
Unarmed: 5 (Entirely Broken Gate)
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Alignment: +3
RP Sample:
En Garde, foul Sith Kath Hound!
Donvolo Cervantes swung his de-activated vibrosword at the moisture vaporator. To no effect.
Go now into the Force, foul combatant!
He continued to wail on the device, beating his 'sword against the vaporator continuously, closing his eyes on occasion as he did so, believing he was channeling the Force to aid his strikes. On such thrashing hit a loose part and caused water pressure to build in the location.
Donvolo leaped back and pulled both of his hands back to his side in a cupped shape. He then brought his right leg back and threw his hands forward, attempting to utilize a Force Push.
As he did so, the part he had hit previously gave way and water gushed out into his face. The pressure was minute, enough only to spray the man off of his feet, being that the device stored water below ground, the pressure only had built up from the water gathered from the atmosphere.
Ah! I see you have given yourself up in one last pounce, you dark-sided hound! I claim victory now!
The owner of the vaporator was now running towards Donvolo, shouting and yelling. Don had no clue what could have been the problem, perhaps the man wished to thank him in slaying the Kath Hound. Before the man could speak, Donvolo interjected:
Do not fret, I have slain the foul creature, it shall trouble you no futher. May the Force be with you!
Donvolo Cervantes then ran off, under the assumption that he was using Force Speed to do so, and did not heed the yelling of the portly man who owned the damaged vaporator, who now stood, indefinitely perplexed at what had just transpired.
