Post by Trellheim on Dec 25, 2010 14:30:26 GMT -5
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Name: Kl'ark
Race: Jawa
Age: 35 Standard Years
Height: 3'4"
Weight: 57 lbs.
Appearance: Usually cloaked and hooded, Kl'ark has a mysterious air about him. Kl'ark's true body is actually muscled and powerful for a Jawa of his size. His eyes have become a bloodshot yellow from prolonged exposure to the Dark side of the Force.
Kl'ark is always found either in his traditional dark brown native Jawa robes, or a custom combat suit with a special hat.
Personality: Rather cold and brutish, Kl'ark is not a trusting individual. After many burns with close friends and the death of his true pals, Kl'ark has turned against the world. While a rather powerful user of the Force Kl'ark remains a humble Sith, and does not like to become braggadocios. Kl'ark mostly keeps to himself, but becomes fiercesome in combat, usually exerting lots of noise to distract and unnerve his foes.
Birth place: Tatooine
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Sith Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Apprentice (mastery level that of an apostle)
Previous Faction: Jedi Order
Previous Rank: Jedi Knight
Bio: Kl'ark was born on the humble desert world of Tatooine; his parents, successful droid brokers, were relatively wealthy in the community of Jawas, and Kl'ark led a privileged childhood up to the age of two. His parents, on a routine trip into Mos Eisley, were approached out of the blue by a Jedi on a visit to Tatooine. He had apparently sensed Force potential in the toddler, and after further testing the Knight discovered Kl'ark's potential. With Kl'ark's parents consent he was whisked away with the Jedi back to Coruscant, where he was absorbed into the Jedi youngling society.
Kl'ark kept with his race's ancient tradition, always remaining cowled even on the climate controlled metropolis. He had tailored for him a special hat and combat suit at the age of ten after he was finished maturing, which he still uses as his default clothing today. Kl'ark's growth as a youngling was mostly average; he got on well enough with his teachers and instructors, but was mostly shunned and unfriendly with his peers. Small bouts of depression struck him as he grew into a young adult but councilling sessions and reflection on the Force brought him out of the abuse stronger.
Kl'ark, while training in Shii-Cho, always knew that his physical strength would never match that of a normal sized human, so his instructors honed his speed and agility. Kl'ark felt drawn to the dual wielded Jar'kai variation of Niman, but decided to finish his studies in Shii-Cho in lieu of beginning it early.
At the age of 12 Kl'ark was taken as the padawan of a ancient Corellian Jedi Master, named Bora. Not the man's first padawan, Kl'ark was a unique companion and friend of Bora's, and the two formed a strong bond as mentor and partners. Bora was a skilled Sentinel, but he saw Kl'ark's potential in the ways of the lightsaber, and focused his talents into unlocking what Kl'ark could truly wield inside himself.
Bora saw a variety of mission comes to him as a Sentinel Master, and Kl'ark was exposed to much war and suffering during the course of his apprenticeship. The young Jawa changed over the years, growing from a young, outgoing, jubilant student to a more reserved thinker type. While Bora wondered of his stability Kl'ark masked and feigned happiness and true contentness in the Force as best he could, and at the age of 22 he passed his Jedi trials and graduated into the rank of full Jedi Knight.
Choosing the path of Guardian, Kl'ark honed his lightsaber skills and negotiation abilities, being deployed to many civil war areas and war torn planets.
Jabiim was the last straw for the Guardian. After returing from a particularly nasty political dispute on the backwater world Kl'ark felt drawn to the Dark side, and sought immediate consoling with his former Master and friend, Bora. The two traveled together for a month, talking of philosophy and the Force. Kl'ark remained unconvinced, and his slip to the Dark side came on faster and faster.
It was when Kl'ark, at the age of 29, arrived on Naboo for reflection and sightseeing with Bora that he snapped and unleashed his anger and hatred. The passiveness of the Jedi had begun to be perceived as apparent weakness by the young Jawa, and this combined with his bad experiences over the years pushed him over the edge. Striking down his ancient Corellian mentor, Kl'ark stole their transport and fled Republic space, off to the outer rim where he hoped he could consolidate his losses and choose his next course of action.
Kl'ark traveled for days, living off of the limited consumables on board the vessel, and finally touched down on Nal Hutta for a brief period to restock his ship and just get planet bound. The fierce young Jedi Knight turned Dark warrior was unbothered on the planet; his worn combat suit and dual lightsabers warded off most potential threats. Kl'ark stole his way a living, renting a small apartment on one of the better streets of the Hutt world.
It was a random encounter, or so it seemed at the time. Kl'ark had been on Nal Hutta for only a week before he returned to his apartment to find a mysterious men sitting at his kitchen table. Prepared to engage in combat Kl'ark sensed a great storm of the Force raging inside the man, and felt a new emotion, one he was not accustomed to; fear. Paralyzed by an unfamiliar trait Kl'ark heard the spiel from the man without emotion. The proposition was an interesting one, but Kl'ark wasn't sure he was ready to cross the line into true Dark side practices. The Master felt that his own experiences in the field needed to be passed onto another apt student, and in the vastness of Nal Hutta the man had picked out the Jawa.
None the less, looking around his apartment, this was not the way the Jawa wanted to live. Promises of power and strength beyond his imagining was tempting, and he gave in, following the man off world to a remote planet farther in the outer rim than anywhere Kl'ark had traveled. Now apprenticed to this mysterious man known only to him as nothing other than 'Master' they drilled daily on Dark side powers and harder lightsaber training regimens than Kl'ark was used too.
Kl'ark was introduced to new forms of the lightsaber, and gained a basic understanding of Soresu and Ataru. He remained fond of Jar'kai though, and the master, fond of dual wielded combat, honed his skills into that of a weapon. Four years were spent with 'Master,' and Kl'ark's Force training developed on par with his lightsaber skills.
Kl'ark focused on the lightning abilities of the Dark side of the Force, taking to Lightning. He set out to fully master the talent, and with his Master's aid the Jawa was able to focus much power into the assault.
Kl'ark spent four years secluded on Exocron with his Dark Jedi master. In the presence of the power of such Force on the planet Kl'ark soon realized his own potential and the limitations of his Master. Unwilling to contain himself any longer, a 33 year old Kl'ark attempted to leave the planet peacefully and abandon his former Master. Unfortunately, he was unwilling to let the now fully grown Jawa go. The two engaged in a prolonged lightsaber duel, culminating in Kl'ark's total obliteration of his master using a powerful burst of Lightning.
Kl'ark took the small freighter left on Exocron and fled the outer rim, heading back to the core worlds. He remained on the ship for almost a year, reflecting on the Force. He saw his changes from a formerly astute Jedi Knight to powerful Dark side user in full spectrum, and knew his new strength could propel him forward. Word of the growing Sith Empire was old news at this time, but Kl'ark caught wind of a new sect of full Sith growing in opposition to the Jedi.
Out of spite for the Jedi's archaic and weak ways, Kl'ark found his way to the footholds of the Sith, where he was brought under their fold as an initiate. Eager to prove his worth to the powers high up in the Order, K'lark plans to bring destruction to the Jedi and ultimate power back into the Sith's hands...
Lightsaber: 2x Shoto lightsabers (dual phase, belt rings, pressure sensors)
Color: Yellow & yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - n/a
Soresu - 2
Ataru - 3
Shien / Djem So - n/a
Niman - n/a
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 5
Juyo - n/a
Double Bladed Combat - n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 3
Healing: 1
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills:
Force Lightning
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Force Attunement: -3
RP Sample: "You have become overconfident in your powers, my apprentice," hissed Kl'ark's Dark Jedi Master. The man's manical gaze and purple lightsaber both gleamed in the night.
Kl'ark slit his yellow eyes, the power of the Dark side raging inside himself. The Jawa disengaged his twin lightsabers from his belt, activating them both simoultaneously and tipping his hat to the man. He remained wordless.
Kl'ark's master, fed up with the apprentice's insolence, made the first move, gliding quickly over to the Jawa and engaging him head on. Kl'ark blocked the attack easily, feinting into a low cut strike on the older man's exposed legs.
Purple and yellow lights danced in the dark as Kl'ark and his former Master exchanged blows. Force pushes and clashes of the blade made a loud commotion in the formerly quiet night sky.
Kl'ark knew he had the man. Calling on the Force to rejuvenate him to victory Kl'ark switched out of what he felt was the clumsy, defensive form of Soresu to his home form of Jar'kai. He brought his blades in unison crashing onto the man's blade, knocking it away from him into the jungle's depths. The blade extinguished itself out of his grasp, and Kl'ark chuckled out loud to himself.
The Jawa Dark Jedi extended his cloaked hand and lifted his former Master three feet off the ground, holding him there, levitated and slightly choked. The man gasped for air, but Kl'ark did not relent. "No, my master. You have become overconfident in your puny abilities, and now, I have surpassed you. You are a weak human being... now, fear me!"
Kl'ark gathered a chaotic ball of the Force around himself, his hairs standing on end. The crackle of energy and power surged around Kl'ark as he prepared to unleash the most power Force Maelstrom he had ever concocted.
The old man's fear was satisfying as his life force was snuffed out quickly and his physical body obliterated in the force of the explosion. Kl'ark shook his head and basked in the glory of his victory before leaving the small camp for good.
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Name: Kl'ark
Race: Jawa
Age: 35 Standard Years
Height: 3'4"
Weight: 57 lbs.
Appearance: Usually cloaked and hooded, Kl'ark has a mysterious air about him. Kl'ark's true body is actually muscled and powerful for a Jawa of his size. His eyes have become a bloodshot yellow from prolonged exposure to the Dark side of the Force.
Kl'ark is always found either in his traditional dark brown native Jawa robes, or a custom combat suit with a special hat.
Personality: Rather cold and brutish, Kl'ark is not a trusting individual. After many burns with close friends and the death of his true pals, Kl'ark has turned against the world. While a rather powerful user of the Force Kl'ark remains a humble Sith, and does not like to become braggadocios. Kl'ark mostly keeps to himself, but becomes fiercesome in combat, usually exerting lots of noise to distract and unnerve his foes.
Birth place: Tatooine
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Sith Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Apprentice (mastery level that of an apostle)
Previous Faction: Jedi Order
Previous Rank: Jedi Knight
Bio: Kl'ark was born on the humble desert world of Tatooine; his parents, successful droid brokers, were relatively wealthy in the community of Jawas, and Kl'ark led a privileged childhood up to the age of two. His parents, on a routine trip into Mos Eisley, were approached out of the blue by a Jedi on a visit to Tatooine. He had apparently sensed Force potential in the toddler, and after further testing the Knight discovered Kl'ark's potential. With Kl'ark's parents consent he was whisked away with the Jedi back to Coruscant, where he was absorbed into the Jedi youngling society.
Kl'ark kept with his race's ancient tradition, always remaining cowled even on the climate controlled metropolis. He had tailored for him a special hat and combat suit at the age of ten after he was finished maturing, which he still uses as his default clothing today. Kl'ark's growth as a youngling was mostly average; he got on well enough with his teachers and instructors, but was mostly shunned and unfriendly with his peers. Small bouts of depression struck him as he grew into a young adult but councilling sessions and reflection on the Force brought him out of the abuse stronger.
Kl'ark, while training in Shii-Cho, always knew that his physical strength would never match that of a normal sized human, so his instructors honed his speed and agility. Kl'ark felt drawn to the dual wielded Jar'kai variation of Niman, but decided to finish his studies in Shii-Cho in lieu of beginning it early.
At the age of 12 Kl'ark was taken as the padawan of a ancient Corellian Jedi Master, named Bora. Not the man's first padawan, Kl'ark was a unique companion and friend of Bora's, and the two formed a strong bond as mentor and partners. Bora was a skilled Sentinel, but he saw Kl'ark's potential in the ways of the lightsaber, and focused his talents into unlocking what Kl'ark could truly wield inside himself.
Bora saw a variety of mission comes to him as a Sentinel Master, and Kl'ark was exposed to much war and suffering during the course of his apprenticeship. The young Jawa changed over the years, growing from a young, outgoing, jubilant student to a more reserved thinker type. While Bora wondered of his stability Kl'ark masked and feigned happiness and true contentness in the Force as best he could, and at the age of 22 he passed his Jedi trials and graduated into the rank of full Jedi Knight.
Choosing the path of Guardian, Kl'ark honed his lightsaber skills and negotiation abilities, being deployed to many civil war areas and war torn planets.
Jabiim was the last straw for the Guardian. After returing from a particularly nasty political dispute on the backwater world Kl'ark felt drawn to the Dark side, and sought immediate consoling with his former Master and friend, Bora. The two traveled together for a month, talking of philosophy and the Force. Kl'ark remained unconvinced, and his slip to the Dark side came on faster and faster.
It was when Kl'ark, at the age of 29, arrived on Naboo for reflection and sightseeing with Bora that he snapped and unleashed his anger and hatred. The passiveness of the Jedi had begun to be perceived as apparent weakness by the young Jawa, and this combined with his bad experiences over the years pushed him over the edge. Striking down his ancient Corellian mentor, Kl'ark stole their transport and fled Republic space, off to the outer rim where he hoped he could consolidate his losses and choose his next course of action.
Kl'ark traveled for days, living off of the limited consumables on board the vessel, and finally touched down on Nal Hutta for a brief period to restock his ship and just get planet bound. The fierce young Jedi Knight turned Dark warrior was unbothered on the planet; his worn combat suit and dual lightsabers warded off most potential threats. Kl'ark stole his way a living, renting a small apartment on one of the better streets of the Hutt world.
It was a random encounter, or so it seemed at the time. Kl'ark had been on Nal Hutta for only a week before he returned to his apartment to find a mysterious men sitting at his kitchen table. Prepared to engage in combat Kl'ark sensed a great storm of the Force raging inside the man, and felt a new emotion, one he was not accustomed to; fear. Paralyzed by an unfamiliar trait Kl'ark heard the spiel from the man without emotion. The proposition was an interesting one, but Kl'ark wasn't sure he was ready to cross the line into true Dark side practices. The Master felt that his own experiences in the field needed to be passed onto another apt student, and in the vastness of Nal Hutta the man had picked out the Jawa.
None the less, looking around his apartment, this was not the way the Jawa wanted to live. Promises of power and strength beyond his imagining was tempting, and he gave in, following the man off world to a remote planet farther in the outer rim than anywhere Kl'ark had traveled. Now apprenticed to this mysterious man known only to him as nothing other than 'Master' they drilled daily on Dark side powers and harder lightsaber training regimens than Kl'ark was used too.
Kl'ark was introduced to new forms of the lightsaber, and gained a basic understanding of Soresu and Ataru. He remained fond of Jar'kai though, and the master, fond of dual wielded combat, honed his skills into that of a weapon. Four years were spent with 'Master,' and Kl'ark's Force training developed on par with his lightsaber skills.
Kl'ark focused on the lightning abilities of the Dark side of the Force, taking to Lightning. He set out to fully master the talent, and with his Master's aid the Jawa was able to focus much power into the assault.
Kl'ark spent four years secluded on Exocron with his Dark Jedi master. In the presence of the power of such Force on the planet Kl'ark soon realized his own potential and the limitations of his Master. Unwilling to contain himself any longer, a 33 year old Kl'ark attempted to leave the planet peacefully and abandon his former Master. Unfortunately, he was unwilling to let the now fully grown Jawa go. The two engaged in a prolonged lightsaber duel, culminating in Kl'ark's total obliteration of his master using a powerful burst of Lightning.
Kl'ark took the small freighter left on Exocron and fled the outer rim, heading back to the core worlds. He remained on the ship for almost a year, reflecting on the Force. He saw his changes from a formerly astute Jedi Knight to powerful Dark side user in full spectrum, and knew his new strength could propel him forward. Word of the growing Sith Empire was old news at this time, but Kl'ark caught wind of a new sect of full Sith growing in opposition to the Jedi.
Out of spite for the Jedi's archaic and weak ways, Kl'ark found his way to the footholds of the Sith, where he was brought under their fold as an initiate. Eager to prove his worth to the powers high up in the Order, K'lark plans to bring destruction to the Jedi and ultimate power back into the Sith's hands...
Lightsaber: 2x Shoto lightsabers (dual phase, belt rings, pressure sensors)
Color: Yellow & yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - n/a
Soresu - 2
Ataru - 3
Shien / Djem So - n/a
Niman - n/a
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 5
Juyo - n/a
Double Bladed Combat - n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 3
Healing: 1
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills:
Force Lightning
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Force Attunement: -3
RP Sample: "You have become overconfident in your powers, my apprentice," hissed Kl'ark's Dark Jedi Master. The man's manical gaze and purple lightsaber both gleamed in the night.
Kl'ark slit his yellow eyes, the power of the Dark side raging inside himself. The Jawa disengaged his twin lightsabers from his belt, activating them both simoultaneously and tipping his hat to the man. He remained wordless.
Kl'ark's master, fed up with the apprentice's insolence, made the first move, gliding quickly over to the Jawa and engaging him head on. Kl'ark blocked the attack easily, feinting into a low cut strike on the older man's exposed legs.
Purple and yellow lights danced in the dark as Kl'ark and his former Master exchanged blows. Force pushes and clashes of the blade made a loud commotion in the formerly quiet night sky.
Kl'ark knew he had the man. Calling on the Force to rejuvenate him to victory Kl'ark switched out of what he felt was the clumsy, defensive form of Soresu to his home form of Jar'kai. He brought his blades in unison crashing onto the man's blade, knocking it away from him into the jungle's depths. The blade extinguished itself out of his grasp, and Kl'ark chuckled out loud to himself.
The Jawa Dark Jedi extended his cloaked hand and lifted his former Master three feet off the ground, holding him there, levitated and slightly choked. The man gasped for air, but Kl'ark did not relent. "No, my master. You have become overconfident in your puny abilities, and now, I have surpassed you. You are a weak human being... now, fear me!"
Kl'ark gathered a chaotic ball of the Force around himself, his hairs standing on end. The crackle of energy and power surged around Kl'ark as he prepared to unleash the most power Force Maelstrom he had ever concocted.
The old man's fear was satisfying as his life force was snuffed out quickly and his physical body obliterated in the force of the explosion. Kl'ark shook his head and basked in the glory of his victory before leaving the small camp for good.
