Post by Junna on Apr 10, 2011 18:45:01 GMT -5
Name: Junna Chuugi
Race: Echani
Age: 14
Height: 4' 10"
Weight: 92 lbs
Appearance:
Junna is of Echani blood, and their biological nature is rather obvious to anyone who knew any distant member of her family. Junna has a rather simplistic look to her, a well defined, snowy white , set of hair about her, common for most Echani. The hair is carefully taken care of, shoulder length and neatly cared for, kept in a simple cut and out of the way. Her eyes would mirror in many ways, being a dark brown, a few shades closer and she could call them black, making her entire look rather peculiar her eyes being quite striking. Overall, Junna would not seem to be any different from the typical Echani girl from the exterior. Her body while light, and still much smaller than that of her master, is highly toned with muscle, which combined with the rather aggressive way she holds herself beckons violence in situations which most would not find it. The clothing she wears is rather basic, with a dark robe concealing most of her body when she is normally seen. However, when she is prepared for battle, she tends to discard the robe, in the preference of a more revealing and free look. She wears black spats and a simple top, exposing her arms and belly. The hilt of her lightsaber rests at a hold, on her left side. This is not so much a statement of fashion, but of freedom of movement, Junna is far more comfortable in especially small amounts of clothing, as even her robe is too long and bothersome, causing it to get in her way. The girl accompanies this simple look with matching black wrist length gloves, giving her a bit more grip, and not truly helping to soften the damage of any blow she makes. Her boots are of similar light but protecting quality, matching the thin, jet black, collar she still bears around her neck. t is a mark of her slavery, perhaps but Junna is as attached to it as anything, idly playing with the small loop on it when she is alone.
Personality:
Junna is a quiet girl, unlike the noisy Dark Jedi or the faithful Jedi Order, she feels no need to speak her intentions or motivations when she engages another person. Words like that are meaningless to her, and she finds it much more revealing to simply duel someone with an odd feel about them than interrogate them with questions. Her master, having realized her tendencies to incite violence when it wasn't needed, has managed to twist some of this into a more guardian sort of role. This was only possible for the incredible love Junna has obtained towards the man, and her desire to please him. Her master is her life, and she truly feels she only lives now to protect and serve that person. This dedication makes her more than simply a fanatical child, with her powerful body and her training in the ways of the force she becomes a deadly guard dog for the man, freely using her entire power against anyone she is allowed. Despite all these violent traits, Junna is still a young girl, and she is kinder than most would give her credit for. If left to her own devices she would help those who came to her, but as she is always dutifully at Nakkar's side, it becomes his decision before her own.
Birth place: Eshan
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Gray Jedi
Previous Rank: Padawan
Bio:
The Chuugi family's line was well known by the neighborer houses, as a rarity for their striking eyes, but of no incredible importance. She would often hear tale from her mother of her eldest brother, who had years before been taken by a passing Jedi after realizing that the boy was force sensitive, as well as the father. Of course, only the boy was young enough to truly make much use to the Jedi. She would be raised for years listening to her mother speak so highly of the boy, young Junna would often question where he was, until she memorized the answer that he was at a Jedi Enclave, making their family name more honorable. Junna would often fantasize herself on the possibilities. Junna would be rather well behaved as a child, doing as she was told without question, causing little of the typical troubles one would expect of a child. Instead she would be kinder than her siblings, and more sociable. She would look out for those around her, and unfortunately for her sake, she trusted the words of most people unwaveringly. This made a rather naive and hopeful girl, and the easy target for the grief and misfortune that was waiting not far away.
When she was nearing her sixth year of age, Junna would finally meet her elder brother, Corro. The boy spoke of many tales to his parents, Junna risking sneaking around to listen unnoticed. However this hidden act would shortly end, as Corro would both meet her, and sense a powerful connection to The Force within her. Telling this to her parents, they were once again overjoyed, and Junno soon found herself on a shuttle to a planet which would supposedly hold a Jedi Enclave. The pair ended up going to Nar Shadaa, Corro proved to not only have been a failure of a Jedi, having run away when he had been disenchanted within the Order, he had fled, and now sensing a superior possibility, he'd become angry, and somewhat crazed. Knowing they would return to Eshan to seek him out, only to find another student. Corro couldn't bear giving them such a thing, and decided to use Junna to make himself the money he needed, and to steal away the Jedi's finding. Arriving on the crime infested moon, he would immediately try to approach the Hutts, but his ego would be his downfall. In an amazing lack of sense, he not only managed too insult the Hutt he was attempting to sell his own blood to, he threatened him. This ended in his swift and brutal demise, scarring Junna even more than she already had been, and determining her fate entirely.
It would be a few horrid months in the care of a Hutt named Sleingar, Junna found herself in a situation that was driving her quite mad. A slave for a disgusting creature her people would have sooner smashed a fist into one of it's large disturbing eyes. Junna was rather harshly taught to forget this air of elegance that her people had about them, in favor of that of a proper slave, and once she was deemed ready by her handler, she was to be set to an auction and sold to the highest bidder. A high bid indeed for such a prize, as Sleingar expected. Junna had finally resigned to her fate as her 6th year had finally come to be only ashort time before she was presented to the hopeful cache of credits of Nar Shadaa. However, it would seem not all was lost, for a ray of hope would interrupt her auction. Not the violence she secretly hoped for, with her father sweeping in to rescue her. But a blind man who seemed to garner enough respect to not be shot down for the intrusion. The man would speak with the host, offering a task in place of payment for the young Echani girl. This was a favor of innumerable value, for The Force was strong in him, of which he proved most elegantly. Junna was saved, in a way, and within three days' time he had returned, and claimed his prize. This was the start for Junna and her Master, the start of many things.
The man's name would come to be Nakkar, and in all truth he was still a boy by most standards, but he was by far, man enough to Junna for being reliable enough to get her out of that hellish world. The man would teach her, many things, most interesting of them all being the a religious idea known as The Force. As Junna was Force Sensitive, her master had taken her in and started teaching her how to feel and control this powerful energy, slowly teaching her his way of the Force, the path of a Gray Jedi. She would be an adept student, but much of what was being taught was somewhat bizarre for her. She, feeling determined not to let her new master down, would throw herself into learning, into mastering. Years would pass, as she was taught ancient techniques and understanding, but her natural imperatives would shine through. She would grow to become a devastating martial artist, aided to a greater extremity by her natural aptitude in Force Body skills. As she came to be 8 years of age, her master would take her through the process of constructing a light saber. Though she was not skilled enough to do so on her own, she and her master constructed her first true lightsaber, a shota styled, using one of the yellow crystals Nakkar had obtained in his travels. As she was maturing, she was also being given two main uphevals in her life. The first would be at the age of 10, when her master felt she had finally become competent, she found herself experiencing the first rush of battle. A bounty hunter who had dared to try and collect on Nakkar, who told Junna to take care of them. The girl responded immediately and with ferocity that the man had not yet seen, battering the man to the point many of his bones had broken, without the use of her lightsaber.
This even made it clear that Junna needed more focused training in bladework, as she was not choosing to fall back upon it. But it also proved that she was capable of handling her own, she could be considered a proper apprentice at this point. From then on, Junna and her master would continue performing 'missions.' These missions were small tests for Junna in a relatively safe environment while still doing the work Nakkar needed to survive properly. Junna took these to heart, and would continue too practice what she was taught, becoming a rather competent user of the most basic of forms, and slowly beginning to understand Ataru. She was nearing 12 years of age, and her former determination had changed, to a conviction. A budding love for her master, which she was always too shy too even comprehend acting on. But as they would grow closer, her feelings would become greater and unbeknown to the young girl, a similar feeling was within her perfect master. It was a long, difficult process, but unstoppable, once the walls began to fall, and the two became closer than ever before, sparking a connection through the force, known as a Force Bond. It was a capable Bond, allowing them to feel one another's thoughts, but as all Bonds it also carried great pains, injury on one, mental or physical would be felt by the other.
The reception of the love, and the formation of the bond only emboldened the young Echani who doubled her efforts, and a little over a year since it's creation she managed to begin the study of a strange adaptation of Force which her master could not. Her natural Echani blood allowed her to perform incredible martial arts, and through Projected Fighting she would begin to unravel the mystery of perfecting that art. The art came to her as she progressed in Force Telekinesis, and through it she speculated on using the common Force Push in a more skillful and elegant manor. She first thought of narrowing her ability to a line, but found such a thing was difficult. She would then try to guide the blasts of force push out of her arms, but it was unfocused and not much of an improvement. Through trial and error she would hone her skill, making the image of a fist in her mind, and shaping the force to smash at a body part rather than explode and hurl them away. She would then take the force and hurl it forward with the thrust of an attack, kicking and smashing them at her opponent. It wasn't easy, and because of the concentration it became difficult to use at great range. She would secretly hone this technique, but due to their connection it could not remain secret for long, and at 14 she had managed to extend her reach to ten feet. Her master would study her training, and adapt her actual sessions around her unique style, giving her a taste of more advanced Ataru, and with it, Jar-kai. These arts would come much more easily to her than the basic swordplay as it was in many ways similar to her own martial art. She flourished with their study, using her master's shota with her own for the Jar-kai.. However there was a severe mistake brewing with the young girl. She was training too hard, too often, too stressfully. An it was wearing her ragged. While Junna didn't mind being exhausted after a hefty training, it made her a rather easy target. They were on Manaan at the time. Junna had been using an empty dock to set her dummy up, but as she had rested after a particularly exhausting time with a self made dummy, she found herself surrounded, at the mercy of human smugglers, having left her weapon with Nakkar, and too exhausted to properly resist, she was captured.
The Bond would not allow this. As she was rendered unconscious, her final mental screams would be for Nakkar, desperately wishing for her master's aid. All would be black from that point, as she was kept sedated and unconscious as she was being shipped. Her master's aid would come, and she could feel it, through the visions inflicted upon her by the dreaming mind. As she would finally awake, her eyes would lock onto her master's and the bloody mess of former humanoid's would be the sign that all was better now. All had changed now, her master had changed, and through him she was changing as well. Willing as always to obey and support Nakkar, they would begin to venture into the darker arts, the dark side of the force freeing them from the constant monotony of their haphazard lives. She was going to be 14 soon... and within time, they too would hear the call of the Sith.
Lightsaber: Shoto, Single Blade
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: 0
Soresu: 0
Ataru: 2
Shien / Djem So: 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense: 4
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
-Projected Fighting (Imperfect)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -1
RP Sample:
Junna would twirl her fingertips as the hilt of the yellow bladed shoto would spin, and her hand gripped it right as it deflect the red beam coming at her, her dark eyes narrowing as she stared at her opponent. Various thoughts would run through her mind, the skill level of the opponent, what could be done about this person, keeping her master safe... these were all vital. This first attack had come at her, assuming that she was the weaker one. This was correct, but on the wrong pattern. The dark jedi had closed, there was a split second to do what she must. She moved, force speed was the base of her Form. Her shoto continued too hover defensively, before her body sank low, sweeping a leg to take out the dark jedi's legs, her motion as graceful as a bird in flight. Her free hand would push forward as a wave of force would fly against her opponent in unision with the sweeping leg, aiming to not only knock the dark jedi off balance, but to send him flying away. Her mind however was still focused on Nakar, a nudge resting within his mind. 'Master, I can handle this one, but it will be difficult if you are close by.'
Race: Echani
Age: 14
Height: 4' 10"
Weight: 92 lbs
Appearance:
Junna is of Echani blood, and their biological nature is rather obvious to anyone who knew any distant member of her family. Junna has a rather simplistic look to her, a well defined, snowy white , set of hair about her, common for most Echani. The hair is carefully taken care of, shoulder length and neatly cared for, kept in a simple cut and out of the way. Her eyes would mirror in many ways, being a dark brown, a few shades closer and she could call them black, making her entire look rather peculiar her eyes being quite striking. Overall, Junna would not seem to be any different from the typical Echani girl from the exterior. Her body while light, and still much smaller than that of her master, is highly toned with muscle, which combined with the rather aggressive way she holds herself beckons violence in situations which most would not find it. The clothing she wears is rather basic, with a dark robe concealing most of her body when she is normally seen. However, when she is prepared for battle, she tends to discard the robe, in the preference of a more revealing and free look. She wears black spats and a simple top, exposing her arms and belly. The hilt of her lightsaber rests at a hold, on her left side. This is not so much a statement of fashion, but of freedom of movement, Junna is far more comfortable in especially small amounts of clothing, as even her robe is too long and bothersome, causing it to get in her way. The girl accompanies this simple look with matching black wrist length gloves, giving her a bit more grip, and not truly helping to soften the damage of any blow she makes. Her boots are of similar light but protecting quality, matching the thin, jet black, collar she still bears around her neck. t is a mark of her slavery, perhaps but Junna is as attached to it as anything, idly playing with the small loop on it when she is alone.
Personality:
Junna is a quiet girl, unlike the noisy Dark Jedi or the faithful Jedi Order, she feels no need to speak her intentions or motivations when she engages another person. Words like that are meaningless to her, and she finds it much more revealing to simply duel someone with an odd feel about them than interrogate them with questions. Her master, having realized her tendencies to incite violence when it wasn't needed, has managed to twist some of this into a more guardian sort of role. This was only possible for the incredible love Junna has obtained towards the man, and her desire to please him. Her master is her life, and she truly feels she only lives now to protect and serve that person. This dedication makes her more than simply a fanatical child, with her powerful body and her training in the ways of the force she becomes a deadly guard dog for the man, freely using her entire power against anyone she is allowed. Despite all these violent traits, Junna is still a young girl, and she is kinder than most would give her credit for. If left to her own devices she would help those who came to her, but as she is always dutifully at Nakkar's side, it becomes his decision before her own.
Birth place: Eshan
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Gray Jedi
Previous Rank: Padawan
Bio:
The Chuugi family's line was well known by the neighborer houses, as a rarity for their striking eyes, but of no incredible importance. She would often hear tale from her mother of her eldest brother, who had years before been taken by a passing Jedi after realizing that the boy was force sensitive, as well as the father. Of course, only the boy was young enough to truly make much use to the Jedi. She would be raised for years listening to her mother speak so highly of the boy, young Junna would often question where he was, until she memorized the answer that he was at a Jedi Enclave, making their family name more honorable. Junna would often fantasize herself on the possibilities. Junna would be rather well behaved as a child, doing as she was told without question, causing little of the typical troubles one would expect of a child. Instead she would be kinder than her siblings, and more sociable. She would look out for those around her, and unfortunately for her sake, she trusted the words of most people unwaveringly. This made a rather naive and hopeful girl, and the easy target for the grief and misfortune that was waiting not far away.
When she was nearing her sixth year of age, Junna would finally meet her elder brother, Corro. The boy spoke of many tales to his parents, Junna risking sneaking around to listen unnoticed. However this hidden act would shortly end, as Corro would both meet her, and sense a powerful connection to The Force within her. Telling this to her parents, they were once again overjoyed, and Junno soon found herself on a shuttle to a planet which would supposedly hold a Jedi Enclave. The pair ended up going to Nar Shadaa, Corro proved to not only have been a failure of a Jedi, having run away when he had been disenchanted within the Order, he had fled, and now sensing a superior possibility, he'd become angry, and somewhat crazed. Knowing they would return to Eshan to seek him out, only to find another student. Corro couldn't bear giving them such a thing, and decided to use Junna to make himself the money he needed, and to steal away the Jedi's finding. Arriving on the crime infested moon, he would immediately try to approach the Hutts, but his ego would be his downfall. In an amazing lack of sense, he not only managed too insult the Hutt he was attempting to sell his own blood to, he threatened him. This ended in his swift and brutal demise, scarring Junna even more than she already had been, and determining her fate entirely.
It would be a few horrid months in the care of a Hutt named Sleingar, Junna found herself in a situation that was driving her quite mad. A slave for a disgusting creature her people would have sooner smashed a fist into one of it's large disturbing eyes. Junna was rather harshly taught to forget this air of elegance that her people had about them, in favor of that of a proper slave, and once she was deemed ready by her handler, she was to be set to an auction and sold to the highest bidder. A high bid indeed for such a prize, as Sleingar expected. Junna had finally resigned to her fate as her 6th year had finally come to be only ashort time before she was presented to the hopeful cache of credits of Nar Shadaa. However, it would seem not all was lost, for a ray of hope would interrupt her auction. Not the violence she secretly hoped for, with her father sweeping in to rescue her. But a blind man who seemed to garner enough respect to not be shot down for the intrusion. The man would speak with the host, offering a task in place of payment for the young Echani girl. This was a favor of innumerable value, for The Force was strong in him, of which he proved most elegantly. Junna was saved, in a way, and within three days' time he had returned, and claimed his prize. This was the start for Junna and her Master, the start of many things.
The man's name would come to be Nakkar, and in all truth he was still a boy by most standards, but he was by far, man enough to Junna for being reliable enough to get her out of that hellish world. The man would teach her, many things, most interesting of them all being the a religious idea known as The Force. As Junna was Force Sensitive, her master had taken her in and started teaching her how to feel and control this powerful energy, slowly teaching her his way of the Force, the path of a Gray Jedi. She would be an adept student, but much of what was being taught was somewhat bizarre for her. She, feeling determined not to let her new master down, would throw herself into learning, into mastering. Years would pass, as she was taught ancient techniques and understanding, but her natural imperatives would shine through. She would grow to become a devastating martial artist, aided to a greater extremity by her natural aptitude in Force Body skills. As she came to be 8 years of age, her master would take her through the process of constructing a light saber. Though she was not skilled enough to do so on her own, she and her master constructed her first true lightsaber, a shota styled, using one of the yellow crystals Nakkar had obtained in his travels. As she was maturing, she was also being given two main uphevals in her life. The first would be at the age of 10, when her master felt she had finally become competent, she found herself experiencing the first rush of battle. A bounty hunter who had dared to try and collect on Nakkar, who told Junna to take care of them. The girl responded immediately and with ferocity that the man had not yet seen, battering the man to the point many of his bones had broken, without the use of her lightsaber.
This even made it clear that Junna needed more focused training in bladework, as she was not choosing to fall back upon it. But it also proved that she was capable of handling her own, she could be considered a proper apprentice at this point. From then on, Junna and her master would continue performing 'missions.' These missions were small tests for Junna in a relatively safe environment while still doing the work Nakkar needed to survive properly. Junna took these to heart, and would continue too practice what she was taught, becoming a rather competent user of the most basic of forms, and slowly beginning to understand Ataru. She was nearing 12 years of age, and her former determination had changed, to a conviction. A budding love for her master, which she was always too shy too even comprehend acting on. But as they would grow closer, her feelings would become greater and unbeknown to the young girl, a similar feeling was within her perfect master. It was a long, difficult process, but unstoppable, once the walls began to fall, and the two became closer than ever before, sparking a connection through the force, known as a Force Bond. It was a capable Bond, allowing them to feel one another's thoughts, but as all Bonds it also carried great pains, injury on one, mental or physical would be felt by the other.
The reception of the love, and the formation of the bond only emboldened the young Echani who doubled her efforts, and a little over a year since it's creation she managed to begin the study of a strange adaptation of Force which her master could not. Her natural Echani blood allowed her to perform incredible martial arts, and through Projected Fighting she would begin to unravel the mystery of perfecting that art. The art came to her as she progressed in Force Telekinesis, and through it she speculated on using the common Force Push in a more skillful and elegant manor. She first thought of narrowing her ability to a line, but found such a thing was difficult. She would then try to guide the blasts of force push out of her arms, but it was unfocused and not much of an improvement. Through trial and error she would hone her skill, making the image of a fist in her mind, and shaping the force to smash at a body part rather than explode and hurl them away. She would then take the force and hurl it forward with the thrust of an attack, kicking and smashing them at her opponent. It wasn't easy, and because of the concentration it became difficult to use at great range. She would secretly hone this technique, but due to their connection it could not remain secret for long, and at 14 she had managed to extend her reach to ten feet. Her master would study her training, and adapt her actual sessions around her unique style, giving her a taste of more advanced Ataru, and with it, Jar-kai. These arts would come much more easily to her than the basic swordplay as it was in many ways similar to her own martial art. She flourished with their study, using her master's shota with her own for the Jar-kai.. However there was a severe mistake brewing with the young girl. She was training too hard, too often, too stressfully. An it was wearing her ragged. While Junna didn't mind being exhausted after a hefty training, it made her a rather easy target. They were on Manaan at the time. Junna had been using an empty dock to set her dummy up, but as she had rested after a particularly exhausting time with a self made dummy, she found herself surrounded, at the mercy of human smugglers, having left her weapon with Nakkar, and too exhausted to properly resist, she was captured.
The Bond would not allow this. As she was rendered unconscious, her final mental screams would be for Nakkar, desperately wishing for her master's aid. All would be black from that point, as she was kept sedated and unconscious as she was being shipped. Her master's aid would come, and she could feel it, through the visions inflicted upon her by the dreaming mind. As she would finally awake, her eyes would lock onto her master's and the bloody mess of former humanoid's would be the sign that all was better now. All had changed now, her master had changed, and through him she was changing as well. Willing as always to obey and support Nakkar, they would begin to venture into the darker arts, the dark side of the force freeing them from the constant monotony of their haphazard lives. She was going to be 14 soon... and within time, they too would hear the call of the Sith.
Lightsaber: Shoto, Single Blade
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: 0
Soresu: 0
Ataru: 2
Shien / Djem So: 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense: 4
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
-Projected Fighting (Imperfect)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -1
RP Sample:
Junna would twirl her fingertips as the hilt of the yellow bladed shoto would spin, and her hand gripped it right as it deflect the red beam coming at her, her dark eyes narrowing as she stared at her opponent. Various thoughts would run through her mind, the skill level of the opponent, what could be done about this person, keeping her master safe... these were all vital. This first attack had come at her, assuming that she was the weaker one. This was correct, but on the wrong pattern. The dark jedi had closed, there was a split second to do what she must. She moved, force speed was the base of her Form. Her shoto continued too hover defensively, before her body sank low, sweeping a leg to take out the dark jedi's legs, her motion as graceful as a bird in flight. Her free hand would push forward as a wave of force would fly against her opponent in unision with the sweeping leg, aiming to not only knock the dark jedi off balance, but to send him flying away. Her mind however was still focused on Nakar, a nudge resting within his mind. 'Master, I can handle this one, but it will be difficult if you are close by.'
