Post by Nakkar on Apr 10, 2011 18:45:52 GMT -5
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Name: Nakkar Niouriki.
Race: Miraluka.
Age: 22.
Height: 6'0''
Weight: 185 Lbs.
Appearance:
Nakkar stands a good six feet tall, weighing in an amount of one-hundred eighty-five pounds, giving him a slim appearance, and somewhat thin for his height. This is for the utmost part masked due to the fact he wears loose fitting clothing, not unlike the typical Jedi robes, though personally catered to his preference of style. Over which, he has a robe-esq cloak, tattered near the bottom due to being worn practically all the time and buckled near the neckline. This outfit is as most beings who tend to use the Dark Side of the force, black. Though, this is based merely on his likes in style. Like his outfit, his hair is black as well, long enough that when it's unbound it falls to his waist, though, for the most part he keeps it up in a high rising sort of ponytail, having it banded to the point that it wouldn't fall without it intentionally being allowed to do so. His cloak has a hood, that when worn upright covers most of his face in a shadow, generally though he only wears it up when meeting with people he would prefer not to be able to fully recognize him at later dates.
Being a Miraluka, Nakkar like all of his race, lacks eyeballs. He wears some basic wraps which criss-cross over his face, wrapping around the ears and under the backside of his hairline, across the neckline itself. His wraps change in style based on the situation at hand, typically when traveling or going out into public places, for whatever reasons, he keeps his face covered heavily so, with very little but his lipline visible. In more enclosed situations he's more lax in regard to concealing his appearance and wears softer wraps which cover only the eye's location, leaving much of his facial features visible. The wraps shift from color depending on what is readily available, preferring matching blacks, but not to reluctant to use whites either. Being a Miraluka, he can't see color thus it's not ill-conceived to imagine him with pinks or greens over his face, though generally he trusts his apprentice, Junna, with supplying him matching colors.
He's twenty two years of age, and manages to keep himself looking decently attractive, though as with most appearances, beauty is within the eye of the beholder. Maintaining upkeep on his body, physical form, grooming of his hair and clothing et cetera. From a distance one wouldn't be able to make out his overall physique, and even at close, it'd still be complicated due to his choice of clothing. But, it's always discernible that he's on his guard, perhaps even seeming somewhat paranoid at times. This is visible within his stature, his movements are precise so much so that even his walking seems like it's being planned out as it's being undertaken. This, mixed into his choice of clothing, and lack of any truly visible physical features, makes him somewhat of an enigma outside of perhaps the Dark Jedi and their choice of clothing.
The only real body mark he has, in terms of unique markings and ignoring the lack of eyeballs, are what would appear to be burn marks around both his forearms. These happened to him when he lost his cool and activated Force Lightning without restraint. His arms work perfectly fine, but the scars remain.
Personality:
Being of a special state of mind, Nakkar is and should for all intents and purposes be considered calm and collected. He lives with the force, and from a very young age has done nothing but become more attuned with it, and it with himself. This allows him the sense that all beings which are connected to the force, are in some way connected to him. But, this isn't to say he believes everyone brother and sister. In fact, because he doesn't see the Dark Side or Light Side within the force, and sees only the capabilities certain aspects of it have, he sees and firmly believes that it's up to the force sensitive's to determine what is good or bad in regard to the force. Believing harm is on the users end, not the force.
Though through years to come, and his spending time with Junna, he has become a tad bit more aggressive in regard to his force use. He hasn't lost himself to it fully and he surely hasn't completely changed his philosophical outlooks, but what has happened is he's become more attached to his emotions. Something the Jedi order forbids within Jedi and Apprentice, but luckily he wasn't either. Some would call it love, others lust, some would use muffled tones, but either way it was a sense of affection. A bond he had with her, and this bond has sway over his own personality at times. Junna, When in danger, or threatened and helpless, Nakkar finds himself becoming slightly enraged. It could be fear, or hate, or a sense of the need to protect her. Whatever it is, it provokes hidden feelings within him. Rarely, given' the situation it can cause him to snap, and his entirety of being becomes much more volatile, giving in to what the Jedi would call the Dark side. Though, these bursts tend to be short and sweet. He's passionate about the little girl, and his passion can lead to violence or other such situations. Envy, Jealousy, Wrath, Lust, Pride, like every living being he has these within him, but strives to keep control over them as much as anyone normally would, giving into a few here and there.
Ignoring his Attunement with the force, and ignoring his philosophies about it, he's a proud young man. Who uses what he can, when he can to accomplish his goals. He can be sweet, sincere and yet shift to the need to stab you in the back. Though the latter would be heavily influenced by situations out of his control. Naturally silent, yet demanding Nakkar speaks in a very soft, yet unmuffled voice which would sound urgent, perhaps serious. He lacks the ability to understand proper humor and tends to avoid any and all physical conflict with his words, by abusing the force, though if unavoidable he'll allow himself to indulge in what he'd consider more primal instincts. Though, Junna is about the only soul in existence in which has the privilege of seeing his true nature, typically behind closed doors with no one around to lay witness to it. His goals are his own, and he will find ways of accomplishing them, one way or another.
Birth place: Alpheridies.
Faction: Sith.
Rank: Initiate.
Previous Faction: Grey Jedi.
Previous Rank: Knight.
Bio:
All Miraluka are born Force Sensitive, all of them passively progress in Force Sight which tends to be complicated to learn for other races. It's for these reasons that Nakkar wasn't sought out by the Jedi Order, it's for these reasons he wasn't considered special. In all evidence, he was just a normal Miralukan child. This was of course, un-true. Though as a child, there was no way of knowing how much so. Born into a simple house, with no brothers or sisters, no pets and for some odd reason a lack of other children his age. He managed to occupy his childhood time watching his mother and father tend the crops. Which for the most part supplied them the needed credits to survive. Nothing special within this family went on to be noted, for the first few childhood years of his life, he just did what any child did. Live, and sleep. Repeat. This went on for about four years, before it began to change.
During the first four years of his life, for the most part, he was schooled by his parents. His toys weren't typical, basic holodevice projections, newscasts, et cetera. He generally spent these hours alone in his room playing with the little blue images of random people talking about things he couldn't for the life of his four year old brain, understand. Though, these years and the ones before, were catered to with a sleeping remedy. His father and mother both, would take separate nights playing images within his head, to a four year old child, the visions of dancing bugs, and bright glowing flowers on jungle planets were amazing. Ships with fire propelling them, stories of heroes and villains all drawn out of the force so that he could actually see them. It was these illusions that he loved, the illusions which tended to quell his restless nights. Sometimes, they would give him brothers, or sisters, friends, plenty of things, only left up to the imagination of his parents. All of which, he loved. It was these last four years, which began to enhance his use of the force, albeit unknowingly to him.
On the day of his fifth birthday, his mother and father had intended to give him a big show, but upon entering his room, they had seen him playing with a small dog. Of course, it wasn't real, and it was shoddy at best. But it was obvious to the both of them what it was. How it was there, and though they were happy, they were almost instantly taken aback with the realization this meant he was, in fact, going to leave them. They understood that he had taken the first steps in being more than a normal child. They contacted a friend of theirs, he had no ties to any organization, ex-Jedi for all intents and purposes. And after a long discussion, tears, smiles, frowns, pats on the back and even a slight bit of anger, it came to the acceptance that the young Nakkar Niouriki would accompany the Grey Jedi known as Vin'Tor. Long standing friend of the family, due to his helping them with some wild flora issues, which apparently corrupted their crops. On his fifth birthday, Nakkar was packed up, given one last illusion from his Ma' and Pa' and sent off, for his own personal benefit, with Vin'tor.
The following year consisted of traveling from place to place with Vin'Tor who had at this point, been dubbed with the pet name Vinny. Nakkar had been taught the basics or, at least, shown the basics of the force. Telekinesis, the moving of objects. He practiced, and though only five and a half, he clearly had an aptitude for the force. Though, for some reason he wasn't maturing physically, or, just not as expected. But after all, a child is a child. He goofed off, but Vinny, was determined to keep his promise to his friends and make sure their son was trained properly. When Nakkar messed up, he would be punished, sometimes going without food for a night. Sometimes, having to sleep without covers. This year, is the year in which Nakkar began to learn self control, and though slow to mature physically, his mind was not. If anything, he had a knack for learning, and by the age of six, he could speak perfect common. Though, with a miner child's lisp.
Much like the previous year, the next few to follow didn't change much, though what he was shown and taught did. PRogressing from Telekinesis, to the /talk/ of Light versus Dark, the philosophies of the Jedi's outlook on the force, and then, the philosophies of Vinny's. Age eight, Nakkar was old enough to have obtained a sense of responsibility, no longer was he just a child, no longer was he immature. No, he was a man. At least, this is what he told himself. Still slightly off in regard to his physique, his aptitude only increased with the force. Having been taught the idea that the force is only a tool, used to help beings, or harm beings, he began to study deeper into it with Vinny. At the same time, Vinny began to show him how to use a lightsaber. Old, normal green blade, it was nothing fancy. But, it would suffice. The basics of all lightsaber forms, Shii-Cho. He learned strikes, guards, parries, all the expected youngling maneuvers. All whilst, taking it upon himself within his freetime to practice the force. Having dabbled with a few new techniques, he began to /develop/ his own Force Identity, in regard to his chosen ability progression.
The year leading up to his ninth birthday consisted of the proverbial school of hard knocks. Vinny, had for the most part, attempted to, slowly, educate the boy in both Light and Dark Side powers. All the while making it quite known, to utilize both with the understanding of them as an item as apposed to a religious outlook. It was due to this he didn't /fall/ to the Dark. About a month to his ninth birthday, Vinny had decided to take Nakkar on a field test, he had gotten wind of a small raider camp, which had been harassing some local fishermen, key note, that they were on Corellia at this time. For the most part, Nakkar had been training with Shii-cho and progressing within the force in a controlled and overlooked environment. Learning how to use, all the basics from Vinny and practicing them at the scheduled times. On his own, he attempted to progress further within Force Illusion, figuring it was worth it. Though, one time he had attempted to pull a joke on Vinny and convince him he had been slain, this didn't fall through and Vinny with a wave of the hand, convinced Nakkar to stop the joke. Despite his better wishes, he didn't want to but was compelled. This is the first time he'd seen, or more like, been the target of Mind Trick. He didn't like it, but, had at that moment, decided this was something he would learn, and master.
Tracking down the raiders with Vin'Tor, they stumbled across a camp of two to three humans. As this was, for all intents and purposes /his/ mission, Vinny just stood aside, reminding him to keep calm. Ten years of age, and somewhat trained with a lightsaber, of course, it wasn't his own, and prepared with the force. What do you expect a young pre-teen would do? He got cocky. Waltzing into the camp, chest poofed out believing he would accomplish this with little to no effort, he began to talk at the nearest raider. NAturally, he was met with aggression instantly. Remembering how Vinny had used the force to compel him to behave, he figured this would work. Copying the hand movement, and the calm tone of voice, he spoke. Stating that the man should drop all aggression and behave. This worked, or that's what he thought 'til he was smacked across the head with a mallet. His reaction times clearly sub par, having stumbled over and pretty much lost consciousness, Vinny stepped in. Dealing with the raiders and rescuing the stubborn child from who knows what kind of fate.
He had awoke back within Vinny's little cottage. Head sore as if he's been smacked by a Sarlacc, he just sat there. Staring forward, feeling the regret of his actions and the agitation due to his lack of skill. He clenched a fist, and swore to progress faster. To dedicate all his time, to doing so. And this is exactly what he did. The next few months, he did nothing but train with Vinny's saber, and utilize the force. Vinny brought an old droid equipped with a dulled blade, programmed it to fight back. This was for the most part, Nakkar's training dummy. Every once in awhile, Vinny would step in for the dummy, giving Nakkar a real challenge, though he never managed to beat Vinny. This continued time and time again, and though he never seemed to feel he was progressing, he was. He was doing so at a rapid rate. He had become able to knock Vinny off his feet with the force multiple times, though Vinny always recovered. He had become quick with the saber, but lacked physical strength to do any superb damage. His ability to see through the force, making it much easier to follow Vinny's movements. Every night though, he would create that same dog, the one he made on his fifth birthday, if anything, to remind him of home, and to remind him he was skilled, even if it wasn't evident to himself yet.
Age eleven. He learned much from his last year, had been taken on more missions though they required a bit of team work. Trained alone and together with Vinny. Spent the days honing what little skill he had with the lightsaber, which began to yield real results, and allowing them to understand what style he would ultimately be suited for. He even, after asking permission, got approval to practice his Force Illusions on Vinny. Which like the Saber began to yield bigger results, though, nothing outstanding. The most astounding thing he /did/ do was recreate the mission he had failed, of course, at least the bit he was conscious for. Vinny thought it adequate, and detailed enough. Nakkar's Sight began to improve also, he had become able to discern Force Sensitive's from non, even through walls, though he still had issues here. The distance he could utilize it wasn't grand either, it would be compared to the typical human's sight, just the ability to see through inanimate objects, which was much, much, easier if there were living beings on the other side. All in all, this year was well productive, most likely due to his new dedication. This continued once more, for the next two years. He gave very little care for a social life, and despite Vinny saying otherwise, he continued to train. He had a drive, and he would accomplish it. It was also this, that Vinny began to notice the shift in the kids demeanor, though he wouldn't call it falling, it was certainly a sort of passion for power.
Vinny had informed Nakkar he had one last thing to show him. With great anticipation Nakkar accepted the knowledge, but was somewhat disappointed when he was told it was how to construct a lightsaber. He had just assumed Vinny gave him his, this was clearly not the case. He was shown, what do to, dismantling it, shifting the crystal, requiring it. Even shown how to enhance a saber's beam if you had crystals. Though, was not told the difference in crystals. With this knowledge, Vinny declared Nakkar trained in all that was necessary to know to become one with the force. At least, from a Grey Jedi's standpoint. It was then, that Nakkar decided to leave. He had been informed by Vinny of a good place, specially considering he's a Miraluka, to go to progress. Not understanding why, nor really caring. He decided that Vinny at least deserved enough respect to know what he was talking about. Paying Vinny one last bow of respect, he departed. With a few hundred credits as a gift and means of purchasing shuttle tickets. He was on his way to Nar Shaddaa.
After a nights rest, and the hyperspace travel, he had arrived on the Smuggler's moon. Now, he had no idea why Vinny was insistent on him coming here, but he decided to take a look around. This was, technically, his first day on his own. Fourteen years old, no light saber, and left with no tutelage. He had to learn to live alone. Or so this is what he assumed this lesson was. He spent his first night on Nar Shaddaa getting to learn the layout, taking in all the new sights. Which, overwhelmed the crap out of his sight, so much so he actually stumbled a bit. Having to take breaks here and there. Eventually he grew accustomed to the moon. He truly became able to see. Moving from docks, to districts, shops though not bothering to purchase anything yet. Talking with a few of the residents, realizing he did not do well with beings who refused to speak Galactic Basic or Miralukese. He had no idea what he was doing.
After a few more days, he had become broke. Spending his credits on some new clothing, a style he preferred. One which would only adapt in time, but generally remain the same. He bought food and the needed supplies each day, and at this point needed some credits, badly. He did the only thing he knew how, ask if anyone needed jobs done. But, he was met with resistance from practically everyone. He didn't know why, but assumed it was because he was a child still, despite /his/ disagreement on this. Finally, he had gotten word of some work which needed done. Some Rodian who spoke basic told him that the Hutt named Sleingar needed some work done. But was warned that it would probably get him killed. This warning, or threat, didn't seem to sway him, if anything it seemed to enhance his drive. Thanking the Rodian who he was sure was trying to get him killed, Nakkar turned and followed the small piece of paper to a large building with big glowing signs, though to himself they were just signs, he couldn't see neon. Entering the Hutt's hut, he found himself in the middle of an auction. Numbers being shouted all over the place, sixteen thousand. Forty four thousand. He didn't understand, nor did he have wallet enough to bother inspecting. But that is when he saw her for the first time. The little girl. Something about her caught his eye sockets and he was determined to have her. Of course, not in any real perverse way, but call it a drive, or perhaps a misunderstood emotion. Pity? She seemed helpless, was she being sold? All questions he asked himself.
The numbers continued to fly, and they kept getting bigger. MUCH bigger, he'd never thought people could have so much money. He had to think fast, because from the books Vinny had, and the news holodevice he kept from his childhood, he knew Hutt's did business, and when they did business, there was no going back. With no real option, he resorted to his one known arsenal. The Force. Without much thought, he made an illusion, trying as hard as he could to think something up on the spot, he managed to pull one of the most cliche things out of his imagination. Fire. The room lit up, well, not really but that's what everyone saw. each other being lit on fire, and whilst it didn't really hurt them, it was obvious they didn't expect this. Sleingar began to speak loudly in a language Nakkar could not understand for the bloody life of him. But, as everyone began to flee, some people pulling out blasters confused, he had decided to attempt to speak to the Hutt. Explaining that things could get worse, much worse, if he wasn't allowed the girl. This was met with /the/ worst laughter he had ever heard, it sounded as if the fat slugslob was coughing up a lung filled with bantha poodoo. But, Sleingar spoke again in basic, which caught him off guard. Telling him he liked the kid, and if he did something for him. He'd give him the girl, apparently Sleingar thought the young boy was a Jedi. If this is bad or good, is yet to be known to him.
Sleingar had told Nakkar that he had a rival, some guy named Hunchbeak who liked to play stupid mind games with his crew, and apparently steal from him, which Sleingar was very clear that no one is to do. The girl would be his, if he found a means to an end for this little dilemma. Having no real option but to agree, he had long been gone from the Hutt's hut and tracked Hunchbeak to the local cantina which took him a good few days due to it being extremely complicated to track someone in this environment. It was the same Rodian that told Nakkar of the work Sleingar had. Unsure of what to do, he approached the Rodian and began to speak, informing him that Sleingar wanted his items back. Naturally, this was met with denial and avoidance of the topic. Feeling confused, and compelled to get the girl, he thought back on his training, and utilized his Force once more. A wave of the hand, and a few spoken words, he found himself with the Rodian's datapad, and the Rodian found himself with more drink, way too much for the Rodian's body to handle. Having made his way back to Sleingar with the Datapad, explaining that Hunchbeak wouldn't be bothering him anymore, apparently he had a drinking problem, he was laughed at again. Sleingar liked the kid's humor, least that is what he said, and according to him he kept his word on all business. The little white haired and light skinned girl was brought out, and the device around her neck removed. Unsure of how old she was, it was obvious she was around five or six. Caught unawares of how awkward this entire situation was, he took her hand in his, and left the Hutt's hut. To find a means of obtaining a few credits to get off this horrible place. With her at his side.
The following year and a half was spent essentially going from place to place, planet to planet. Nakkar, who'd had for some reason felt compelled to gain custody of the little girl, hadn't taken into account that she was another mouth to feed. This wouldn't have been an issue for most, but he himself was still fairly young. Though he was old enough to attempt normal work, and he did for the most part find a few one-time jobs here and there, he couldn't land a steady paying gig. Which, in turn is what lead to the traveling about. He did stop off at Vinny's pad once or twice to reeducate himself on the force, and attempt to pick up new techniques. Vinny showed him more of the basics, Force Lightning, Force push, pull, et cetera. Nothing overly grand, but it was beneficial moreso than naught. The young girl who'd been there with him, also paid attention, though as to how much she learned here, it was just too early to know. Vinny had informed Nakkar that she was a Force Sensitive, this for some reason eluded him, but when told he noticed it right off, though to say it caught him off guard is an understatement.
Having spent the next few months repeating the same redundant regime Vinny did, it was time to depart again. Call it angst if you wish, but he just considered it a part of his blood. Nakkar and Junna were off once more. This time, to attempt to locate a home for themselves. After a good few months searching, they ended up on Manaan, and luckily for them a few of the complex rooms were open for rent. Even luckier,a job opening that Nakkar thought would suit him. The Manaan court of law, needed someone to help attend the books and filing, the catch to this is that they would be allowed to observe court hearings. He applied, and got the call back. The interview was smooth, though he was questioned on credentials due to his being of about sixteen years old, give a month. All checked out in the end, and they finally had a home, sort of, and steady pay, though it only really covered basic living expenses and one or two shuttle trips to Vinny.
Months past as they always do, and Nakkar for the most part spent his time working with the Selkath. He ended up being shown criminals and learning more about the sentient psych, which was interesting to him. He seemed to be void of the ability to feel the same sort of feelings others do, but in reality, it was just a misunderstanding on his end. He switched allot of them with Apathy, which annoyed him at times. On his days off, or free time, he'd spend it either with Junna, or alone. When alone, he'd practice his light saber forms, though the only one he really knew was Soresu, well, that was the only form he considered a form disregarding the basics of Shii-Cho which Vinny showed him. When not doing this, he was using the force. Though, he did this as an every day thing, drinks poured via Telekinesis, doors pushed open with it. Nothing flashy but he figured with steady use and constant application he'd progress. Which he did. The only techniques he practiced force wise in private were Lightning, and his Illusions. Mainly, he didn't want to accidentally harm Junna with Lightning, as he never really seemed to grasp it's use, even burning himself at one point. As for his Force Illusions, he just didn't want to ruin what he considered a gift from his family.
When spent with Junna, Who was going on eight years of age at this point. He'd do more, be much more active. Taking her out for walks in the town, though she wasn't an idiot and like he at eight, she was growing a bit more mature, mentally, than some might. He taught her to use the force, well, taught her to use it the best he could at least. Her own skill was clearly different than his, she seemed to favor the body techniques like jump and speed. Which weren't his utter strong suit, but at least she got it. He spent time showing her Light saber forms, once more, only the ones he knew, though on the trips to Corellia to see Vinny she would learn some of Ataru from him. sometime down the line it became known she was of Echani blood, something to do with a story she told him about her younger childhood and how she ended up on Nar Shaddaa. This opened up the sparring matches they did, and though she was a kid, it was obvious she was naturally inclined to it. It was refreshing, and slightly agitating to have a female, a female child at that, best him in melee combat. even if it wasn't one hundred percent serious.
Once he hit his sixteenth birthday, which was subconsciously becoming a habit, he went back to Vinny once more, Junna alongside him who had turned eight only a month or so before him. He returned the training saber he had borrowed from Vinny and had decided it was time to go out and get his own crystal, and make his own saber. Issue is, he had no idea where to go, and had to get back to Manaan for a hearing. So, he took it upon himself to finally attempt his first, true, use of Force Persuade, otherwise known as mind trick. Having gotten to know Vinny, and gotten to understand the man had a balance with the force and himself. Hearing about his past, and the work he had done with the Jedi. Which ultimately consisted of helping in the recent wars, nothing really more to it than that. He came to the conclusion that Vinny wasn't as predominate in any one area of the force, so he would use Mind Trick. A wave of the hand, eye contact and words spoken with a silver tongue, he asked for the two yellow crystals. From Vinny's saber, and the training one. To his surprise, vinny complied with the request. Responding as one who was truly affected by the technique would. Almost shocked it worked, Nakkar took the crystals and gave a bow before walking off with Junna. Upon exiting the small building and making their way back to the shuttle they came in on, they wouldn't notice but Vinny was standing there, staring out the window with his /you've done well/ expression. To this day, Nakkar believes that mind trick worked, but in reality, Vinny was just glad to see the kid progress the way he did, and faked it. Either way, with crystals in hand. They got back home, and Nakkar helped Junna construct her own light saber, as well as his, styled for speed and ease of use, two Shota. The other materials, emitters, and whatnot weren't too hard to come by and he'd got those earlier from basic suppliers around Manaan and in his travels he sometimes had to take due to work.
His time in the following few years was split in three ways, and consisted of quite a bit of travel. He'd progressed from courtroom associate to investigator and interrogator. He was sent to track down people who eluded the court, though, not to harm them if at all possible and bring them back. He didn't consider himself a bounty hunter, as there was no bounty nor contract, in fact he was just a tracker of sorts. It was fairly easy to locate folks with his genetic sight, specially once he had the location. It was the convincing them to return with him that proved annoying. But, this was usually nipped in the butt with Force Persuade. Rarely did he come across someone who resisted, but it did happen, and when it did it was nasty. These trips he didn't always take Junna on. sometimes he did if he deemed it'd be beneficial to her training, other times if it would cause too much controversy he left her in the apartment, she knew what to do and she could take care of her self. After many successful retrievals he was bumped up to a sort of personal investigator working for the Manaan government, as opposed to just the court. This didn't increase his pay much, and the fame was practically nonexistent, but what he did gain was a sense of personal achievement, and continued to utilize his force abilities to succeed. This went on for about a year or two, and only changed on time off, when he'd focus more on training Junna, than himself.
He was eighteen and Junna was ten. Up to this point, they weren't alien to each other anymore, they grew close. Brother and Sister like. He kept teaching her the force as best he could, and how to use her light saber. This also helped him progress, though not so much in light saber combat. She trained hard, and hit hard for a ten year old. She had a sort of wild about her that was hard to pin down. So, head read up on the Echani, even took a trip to the planet, though wasn't well received. It became knowledge to him that the race was all about the martial, that fighting wasn't just fighting like some thing and without the interaction with other Echani, she had no real self control. This became evident on one specific night. Nakkar had come back from a long ass trip, and his muscles were tired. He had to track down some fool who abused the use of a cloaking device, needless to say it didn't do nuts to hide from his Force Sight. Not but an hour post his being home, did the knock on the door happen. Though, what he saw was rage on the other side. He and Junna were eating at the time, he ignored the knock and told her that this situation wasn't gonna be smooth. Though, he didn't know why, it was an assumption at best due to the folks he works with. The door was kicked open, and there stood one UGLY Trandoshan, with a carbine rifle at his side. He started hissing and speaking in a language that only seemed to piss Nakkar off, he may not have understood but he didn't like the tone of the wiggling tongue. The rifle being pointed at him on the other hand, made it quite clear what was going on. Mugging? murder? bounty? he didn't know, but, his Mind trick failed and only seemed to irritate the lizard more. Light saber not on hand, and angled horribly to try to retaliate, he looked towards Junna and told her to deal with it.
The girl had been training hard the last few years. So much so she was actually more skilled and more adept at physical combat, than he. She moved faster than the lizard could react, and beat thirteen shades of lizard crap out of the guy, or perhaps girl, no one knows. It was this though, that Nakkar truly took into account she had no clause or purpose and just fought. It was this, that he decided he'd attempt to suppress some of that and channel it into his own type of tool. She would become his guard dog, and from that moment on he was quite sure where he would take her training. Having beaten the lizard and leaned down over it, on her hands and knees facing away from him she found the things datapad, which apparently had the contract for Nakkar on it, he shrugged and sighed explaining it was probably someone who knew someone who got arrested. Nothing to worry about.
The next few years progressed to an extreme level. His work began to take him after more dangerous criminals. Some were even force sensitive. Some were on obscure planets and some weren't even able to speak, or so that's how it seemed. These years were spent doing the needed job, every job he went on, every mission or investigation he took Junna with him. After the first year, which had them tracking an Ex-Jedi at that, he'd managed to finally use his Illusion and Sense abilities on a target that had the same sort of training. Perhaps more, perhaps less. It went smoothly after the first few bumps, but with Junna's help where Nakkar lacked in the force or muscle she made up with hers. Vice versa. The Ex-Jedi had training enough to use force camouflage, but Nakkar could see right through it, or more so, /see it/ altogether. He directed Junna to the target and she got him, knocked him down a notch and he began the interrogation process. Which, he became extremely good at in his years due to the constant use, and the lack of morals holding him back. One time, he began to prod so deep into one's mind he made it fall unconscious. This got him scolded when he brought the body back for questioning. Other times, they had to track multiple gangs, and this is where he used his Illusions, to imitate soldiers, or droids, police or hell sometimes obscure things like a Rancor running through the street. Whilst for the most part they caused no harm, they served their purpose. Many jobs happened within these two years, so many it's hard to keep track of. But the Jedi was quite possibly the most complicated of them all, only due to it being the first of many to come.
Junna had been turning into a beautiful girl. It started to take it's toll on him, whilst he couldn't see her, he could see her more clearly than any none Miraluka could. He could feel her body, her shape with his force. He could see her force and every time it shifted, even read her emotions. It became hard to focus, his mind would wander and he knew he had to get an outlet. He never found one though. But, one night during their typical training sessions, this one particular dealing with Echani ritual understanding, and the foundations of the match being more of passion than of combat, they had locked into a grapple, one of which no one victor could be declared. This grapple seemed to spark something between the two of them, probably due to how close they were and how their force seemed to mix internally with each other. This allowed them to, though unknowing at the time, form a small force bond.
This bond became apparent when Nakkar began to pick up Junna's thoughts one night. Having actually thought he was being talked at, he responded but was only made the fool when she said she didn't speak. Yet, he picked up the being called an idiot in her mind. It was clear they had a link there, though small it may be. One day or so later, she had hurt herself doing something, and Nakkar picked up the same sort of pain. Which made his knee crap out, he fell and did not enjoy the fact that the entire court looked at him like he had been taking some cosmic drug. Recovering and carrying on, he finished the day and went back to discuss this connection with her. They decided to keep it a secret from others, as best they could, due to the lack of understanding of how severe the pains could be, but, nights to come, he felt her pain.
Months later he had become more aware of anything force related she did. It was a small part on behalf of their bond, and largely based on his ability to feel her force more than others. He lacked much martial skill, only progressing in Soresu as he chose it for it's universal application of defense. Instead, he would be considered a prophet of the force by all who used such titles. His own force skills became so readily available and easy to use that he didn't bother opening doors normally, unless he was attempting to hide his use of the force, which, for the most part he did not. He had a philosophy that constant use of the Force, would make one more attuned with it, though as with all area of study, it isn't universal and only applies to where you specifically excel at. In his case, The Sensory abilities, enhanced by his Miraluka heritage, and the Telepathic abilities as he wasn't physically astounding so he choose to use the mind instead. He also progressed with the Telekinetics, though not anywhere as far, because he didn't /try/ to excel he just used them practically all the time. As for his abilities with force enhancing his body, they were only really applicable with Junna's training, so he was rather inexperienced with them only having used Force Jump over anything else. His progression with the force, and being heavily involved within it's every applications it's no shock that even when doing mission for the Manaan government, that he would come across plenty of blaster fire. Having the wish to keep his saber hidden, or perhaps the illusion that he isn't even force-sensitive, he began to utilize the combination of Force Push, and the body based force techniques to help to deflect blaster fire. This was effective for the most part when one on one, or against slow fire blasters. But proved ineffective, or just not experienced enough to use it against heavier firepower like repeating carbine blasters, or emp mini guns. This became a staple in his use of the telekinetics, much like regular variants were in helping his every day non-combative life style.
Their last year working with the Manaan government was spent doing slower paced missions, it was slow because they progressed so far. So fast. Not to be considered prodigies, but surely skilled in their own fields. But it was all soon to end. Junna had been home, training, and Nakkar was finishing up some interrogations for the Selkath when the smugglers came. Having been in another area of the city altogether, he couldn't have known what was going on or why. But the smuggler's came down, and apparently began searching for flesh to sell. Junna had trained hard and was for all he knows based on the story she told, exhausted. They captured her and began to take her to the docking bay, whilst a few did a quick last check for any more children. Nakkar could feel the worry, he even felt her call to him, or so that's the generally feeling he got, and he could have sworn he heard her call him. He made his way back to the apartment to see if she was there, she wasn't. Her light saber was where he kept them. He closed his eyes, and attempted to branch out his sight further than he had, and to his benefit she wasn't but a few docks away. With how the city is built, the apartments were close enough for him to see her if he focused on seeing as opposed to just looked casually. He made his way to the docking bay they were in. But the door was shut. Without a proper ID to open this one, but this wouldn't stop him. Some sort of anger filled him, he didn't even know what it was as he'd never felt anything like it before. A sense of fear perhaps. He didn't bother with his Shota, as the bulkhead was too thick for the small blade to pass, and at that last bit of lost hope, he heard her call out again. That was that, with a metaphorical flare of his eyes, his hands began to glow the bright red, though to him it was just a large mass of energy. He unleashed it on the door, and pushed it with quite a bit of might. The edges began to heat up, with the crackling sounds of the electricity, even burn some of his own skin off of his forearms. He continued, to blast the door, and watch through it as the beings on the inside began to scuttle around, seemingly boarding the nuts. With one last release of the Force, he sent a thrust like he had never done, essentially pummeling a hole in the door big enough for him to enter.
With the door having began to melt due to the lightning, and being in a somewhat less solid state, the push had no issue ripping it open, though it was more of a bend in it. He entered the dock, just as the ship had started it's engines. This wouldn't be allowed, his fingers crackled again, more of his forearm flesh ripping as he lightninged the engines of the small carrier ship. He wasn't thinking, nor could he so he hadn't any idea the actual danger /he/ put her in. With a loud explosion the engines blew apart, the men and a few women got out of the carrier, and were met with the same lightning. It wasn't pretty, a few survived, but were met with another thrust which hit them with the same force it did the door and cracked bones as it chucked them into the nearby walls. After which, almost as if on autopilot, he ripped open the hanger of the carrier with telekinesis and walked aboard. She was there, and so was another kid. But that kid didn't matter. He got to her, and if he weren't' a Miraluka, he'd have thought she was dead. But he could see her force and knew she was fine, just sleeping or drugged or something. He waved his hand, unsnapped the buckles holding her in place, picked her up and carried her off as she became conscious probably due to his being in such a proximity with his emotions flared as they were. Leaving the overheated ship to explode in one last bang. Ignoring the other child, or, having forgot he was there entirely, Nakkar made his way back to the apartment. Luckily, not met with any of the guards.
That was the last night they spent together as individuals, and instead became one in the same. Having calmed down and come to terms with what had happened. Nakkar thought it best to set out, and leave home for a bit 'til things die down, if they ever truly do. fearing the government might mistake him for a Dark Jedi he informed Junna they needed to leave. Having heard on the news, and having been working with the government of Manaan closely, he had gotten word of the Sith returning, or some sort of group like such. Vinny had explained it somewhat a month or so ago when they went to visit. So, decided the best course of action would be there. He liked organization, not just a bunch of rowdy wild hot-headed individuals, and according to the news and rumors going on that is what they did. They hopped a shuttle and set off, in hopes of being accepted into the Sith. If not, he'd figure something out. Some way. Some how.
Lightsaber: Shota, Single Blade, Single Phase. Black hilt with no distinguishing characteristics.
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: 3
Ataru: 3
Shien / Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 8
Body: 2
Sense: 8
Protection: 5
Healing: 2
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills:
>>Force Illusion (Moderatly skilled)
>>Force Deflect (Moderately skilled)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -2 (Normal, every day) / -6 (When enraged over Junna)
RP Sample:
Manaan court of law: Court in session.
Case ID: X-TV 17. Kolto smuggler, vs the Manaan Government.
The grand judge had only recently finished his discussion with the other members of the seated council, and came to a verdict. After much delegation, the smuggler was to be interrogated about the whereabouts of his crew. This was to be done by Nakkar, who'd proven useful with such acts.
Having been located in his seat, which was located somewhat off to the left of the judge's, though, not to be confused with actually being on the council. He stood and made his way to the center of the court. Turning some to face the human who'd been charged he spoke, his words to the point, soft, yet stern. It was clear he, like the Selkath, had made up his mind on the outcome. But, he had to do his job and he enjoyed it nonetheless.
"Mister..... Kai-lin was it? Please accompany me to the audience chambers. We've the discussion about your crew, or, you can decline this and head straight to the cells". Not a threat as opposed to a factual statement, the man nodded and accompanied him. Upon entering the room, they'd be met with a large circular table. Multiple chairs located about it. "Have a seat" as he stated this, he spun his hand within his robe a bit, and one of the chairs turned in place, facing Kai-lin. "It says here, you were attempting to smuggle kolto. Which is commonly known, as an act of treason per se. It also says you denied all relation, yet, we have recorded proof of the act. what have you to say?". The human, who was scraggly looking began to speak gruffly so, "I ain' got nothin' more t'say. It wasn' me. Ain' no proof". Closing the folder he had been holding, Nakkar looked towards the man whom he presumed to be within his thirties. "As I said. We've proof. If you insist to follow down the path of denial, I'll be forced to extract the information. do you understand? The Selkath don't permit torture or corporal punishment, sure, but all of this, for the most part is physical. I'll give you another chance, of course I'll also show you the recordings".
As he finished, he obliged the smuggler with the promise. Another wave of his hand, and the wall to their left opened up, a Holoprojecter station on it. As it flipped downward, Nakkar clicked a button on the now held remote device. The images of Kai-lin were there, with four other smugglers, though their faces weren't able to be made out. "Ain' me, tol' ya". Nakkar allowed the recording to finish before he spoke up. "If you say so. But I disagree, and don't particularly like being lied to. Especially, by someone who doesn't know how to lie". The device flipped upwards and Nakkar set the remote on the table beside him. "Alright. So you still insist this isn't you? fine. This is where I get the truth". He moved in towards Kai-lin and motioned to place his hand upon the guys head. This was met with reluctance and retaliation, the smuggler attempted to fight back but found his hands bound down upon his thighs and legs bound together. He was held in place on the chair by an invisible force, The Force.
Placing his hand on Kai-lin's forehand he allowed himself to dive within the man's thoughts. Though, the act of touching the head wasn't necessary, it was for sake of discrepancy all about the illusion of knowledge. "Who are the other four?" - "I tol... I don' kno... They're old friends!" - "How much kolto did you attempt to smuggle?" - "Si.. six crates" - "Where did you hide the other two crates?" - "Warehouse 15!" - "Anything else you feel the need to tell me?" - "I.. I'm hungry, and I feel like my bladder is going to give.. my head hurts.." - "......". He removed his hand from the guys head, and stood there staring at him. This continued for a moment or two, nothing but silence with Nakkar watching the man. Finally though Kai-lin spoke up. "I don't know how got me to answer you, but.. What now?". Nakkar answered, swiftly. Kai-lin's head was thrust forward and smacked into the table, violently, though soft enough to only leave red markings without any permanent damage. "I don't like being lied to. Next time you're asked questions. Answer them honestly, else I'll find you.." as he began to state the next bit, he abused his use of Force Illusion to create images of horror, things like quick glimpses of bodies lying on the ground. Hangings, et cetera. "and you don't want me to have to find you again. Understand?" as he finished that, he made eye contact and imbued the man with a sense of Fear. Anyone outside of them would be able to notice the male shaking somewhat, "I.. I under.. don... stop please. I'll stop. I won't smuggle anymore". Clapping his hands, Nakkar smiled, "In that case, we're savvy".
Nakkar hailed the droid guard, who escorted Mister Kai-lin to the holding cells. After which, Nakkar himself made his way back to the court and gave his findings to the Selkath in charge. Before making his way home once more. All in a day's work.
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Name: Nakkar Niouriki.
Race: Miraluka.
Age: 22.
Height: 6'0''
Weight: 185 Lbs.
Appearance:
Nakkar stands a good six feet tall, weighing in an amount of one-hundred eighty-five pounds, giving him a slim appearance, and somewhat thin for his height. This is for the utmost part masked due to the fact he wears loose fitting clothing, not unlike the typical Jedi robes, though personally catered to his preference of style. Over which, he has a robe-esq cloak, tattered near the bottom due to being worn practically all the time and buckled near the neckline. This outfit is as most beings who tend to use the Dark Side of the force, black. Though, this is based merely on his likes in style. Like his outfit, his hair is black as well, long enough that when it's unbound it falls to his waist, though, for the most part he keeps it up in a high rising sort of ponytail, having it banded to the point that it wouldn't fall without it intentionally being allowed to do so. His cloak has a hood, that when worn upright covers most of his face in a shadow, generally though he only wears it up when meeting with people he would prefer not to be able to fully recognize him at later dates.
Being a Miraluka, Nakkar like all of his race, lacks eyeballs. He wears some basic wraps which criss-cross over his face, wrapping around the ears and under the backside of his hairline, across the neckline itself. His wraps change in style based on the situation at hand, typically when traveling or going out into public places, for whatever reasons, he keeps his face covered heavily so, with very little but his lipline visible. In more enclosed situations he's more lax in regard to concealing his appearance and wears softer wraps which cover only the eye's location, leaving much of his facial features visible. The wraps shift from color depending on what is readily available, preferring matching blacks, but not to reluctant to use whites either. Being a Miraluka, he can't see color thus it's not ill-conceived to imagine him with pinks or greens over his face, though generally he trusts his apprentice, Junna, with supplying him matching colors.
He's twenty two years of age, and manages to keep himself looking decently attractive, though as with most appearances, beauty is within the eye of the beholder. Maintaining upkeep on his body, physical form, grooming of his hair and clothing et cetera. From a distance one wouldn't be able to make out his overall physique, and even at close, it'd still be complicated due to his choice of clothing. But, it's always discernible that he's on his guard, perhaps even seeming somewhat paranoid at times. This is visible within his stature, his movements are precise so much so that even his walking seems like it's being planned out as it's being undertaken. This, mixed into his choice of clothing, and lack of any truly visible physical features, makes him somewhat of an enigma outside of perhaps the Dark Jedi and their choice of clothing.
The only real body mark he has, in terms of unique markings and ignoring the lack of eyeballs, are what would appear to be burn marks around both his forearms. These happened to him when he lost his cool and activated Force Lightning without restraint. His arms work perfectly fine, but the scars remain.
Personality:
Being of a special state of mind, Nakkar is and should for all intents and purposes be considered calm and collected. He lives with the force, and from a very young age has done nothing but become more attuned with it, and it with himself. This allows him the sense that all beings which are connected to the force, are in some way connected to him. But, this isn't to say he believes everyone brother and sister. In fact, because he doesn't see the Dark Side or Light Side within the force, and sees only the capabilities certain aspects of it have, he sees and firmly believes that it's up to the force sensitive's to determine what is good or bad in regard to the force. Believing harm is on the users end, not the force.
Though through years to come, and his spending time with Junna, he has become a tad bit more aggressive in regard to his force use. He hasn't lost himself to it fully and he surely hasn't completely changed his philosophical outlooks, but what has happened is he's become more attached to his emotions. Something the Jedi order forbids within Jedi and Apprentice, but luckily he wasn't either. Some would call it love, others lust, some would use muffled tones, but either way it was a sense of affection. A bond he had with her, and this bond has sway over his own personality at times. Junna, When in danger, or threatened and helpless, Nakkar finds himself becoming slightly enraged. It could be fear, or hate, or a sense of the need to protect her. Whatever it is, it provokes hidden feelings within him. Rarely, given' the situation it can cause him to snap, and his entirety of being becomes much more volatile, giving in to what the Jedi would call the Dark side. Though, these bursts tend to be short and sweet. He's passionate about the little girl, and his passion can lead to violence or other such situations. Envy, Jealousy, Wrath, Lust, Pride, like every living being he has these within him, but strives to keep control over them as much as anyone normally would, giving into a few here and there.
Ignoring his Attunement with the force, and ignoring his philosophies about it, he's a proud young man. Who uses what he can, when he can to accomplish his goals. He can be sweet, sincere and yet shift to the need to stab you in the back. Though the latter would be heavily influenced by situations out of his control. Naturally silent, yet demanding Nakkar speaks in a very soft, yet unmuffled voice which would sound urgent, perhaps serious. He lacks the ability to understand proper humor and tends to avoid any and all physical conflict with his words, by abusing the force, though if unavoidable he'll allow himself to indulge in what he'd consider more primal instincts. Though, Junna is about the only soul in existence in which has the privilege of seeing his true nature, typically behind closed doors with no one around to lay witness to it. His goals are his own, and he will find ways of accomplishing them, one way or another.
Birth place: Alpheridies.
Faction: Sith.
Rank: Initiate.
Previous Faction: Grey Jedi.
Previous Rank: Knight.
Bio:
~Story Telling (Age: 1-5)~
All Miraluka are born Force Sensitive, all of them passively progress in Force Sight which tends to be complicated to learn for other races. It's for these reasons that Nakkar wasn't sought out by the Jedi Order, it's for these reasons he wasn't considered special. In all evidence, he was just a normal Miralukan child. This was of course, un-true. Though as a child, there was no way of knowing how much so. Born into a simple house, with no brothers or sisters, no pets and for some odd reason a lack of other children his age. He managed to occupy his childhood time watching his mother and father tend the crops. Which for the most part supplied them the needed credits to survive. Nothing special within this family went on to be noted, for the first few childhood years of his life, he just did what any child did. Live, and sleep. Repeat. This went on for about four years, before it began to change.
During the first four years of his life, for the most part, he was schooled by his parents. His toys weren't typical, basic holodevice projections, newscasts, et cetera. He generally spent these hours alone in his room playing with the little blue images of random people talking about things he couldn't for the life of his four year old brain, understand. Though, these years and the ones before, were catered to with a sleeping remedy. His father and mother both, would take separate nights playing images within his head, to a four year old child, the visions of dancing bugs, and bright glowing flowers on jungle planets were amazing. Ships with fire propelling them, stories of heroes and villains all drawn out of the force so that he could actually see them. It was these illusions that he loved, the illusions which tended to quell his restless nights. Sometimes, they would give him brothers, or sisters, friends, plenty of things, only left up to the imagination of his parents. All of which, he loved. It was these last four years, which began to enhance his use of the force, albeit unknowingly to him.
On the day of his fifth birthday, his mother and father had intended to give him a big show, but upon entering his room, they had seen him playing with a small dog. Of course, it wasn't real, and it was shoddy at best. But it was obvious to the both of them what it was. How it was there, and though they were happy, they were almost instantly taken aback with the realization this meant he was, in fact, going to leave them. They understood that he had taken the first steps in being more than a normal child. They contacted a friend of theirs, he had no ties to any organization, ex-Jedi for all intents and purposes. And after a long discussion, tears, smiles, frowns, pats on the back and even a slight bit of anger, it came to the acceptance that the young Nakkar Niouriki would accompany the Grey Jedi known as Vin'Tor. Long standing friend of the family, due to his helping them with some wild flora issues, which apparently corrupted their crops. On his fifth birthday, Nakkar was packed up, given one last illusion from his Ma' and Pa' and sent off, for his own personal benefit, with Vin'tor.
~Introduction to the Force (Age: 5-8)~
The following year consisted of traveling from place to place with Vin'Tor who had at this point, been dubbed with the pet name Vinny. Nakkar had been taught the basics or, at least, shown the basics of the force. Telekinesis, the moving of objects. He practiced, and though only five and a half, he clearly had an aptitude for the force. Though, for some reason he wasn't maturing physically, or, just not as expected. But after all, a child is a child. He goofed off, but Vinny, was determined to keep his promise to his friends and make sure their son was trained properly. When Nakkar messed up, he would be punished, sometimes going without food for a night. Sometimes, having to sleep without covers. This year, is the year in which Nakkar began to learn self control, and though slow to mature physically, his mind was not. If anything, he had a knack for learning, and by the age of six, he could speak perfect common. Though, with a miner child's lisp.
Much like the previous year, the next few to follow didn't change much, though what he was shown and taught did. PRogressing from Telekinesis, to the /talk/ of Light versus Dark, the philosophies of the Jedi's outlook on the force, and then, the philosophies of Vinny's. Age eight, Nakkar was old enough to have obtained a sense of responsibility, no longer was he just a child, no longer was he immature. No, he was a man. At least, this is what he told himself. Still slightly off in regard to his physique, his aptitude only increased with the force. Having been taught the idea that the force is only a tool, used to help beings, or harm beings, he began to study deeper into it with Vinny. At the same time, Vinny began to show him how to use a lightsaber. Old, normal green blade, it was nothing fancy. But, it would suffice. The basics of all lightsaber forms, Shii-Cho. He learned strikes, guards, parries, all the expected youngling maneuvers. All whilst, taking it upon himself within his freetime to practice the force. Having dabbled with a few new techniques, he began to /develop/ his own Force Identity, in regard to his chosen ability progression.
~First mission; field practice. (Age: 8-10)~
The year leading up to his ninth birthday consisted of the proverbial school of hard knocks. Vinny, had for the most part, attempted to, slowly, educate the boy in both Light and Dark Side powers. All the while making it quite known, to utilize both with the understanding of them as an item as apposed to a religious outlook. It was due to this he didn't /fall/ to the Dark. About a month to his ninth birthday, Vinny had decided to take Nakkar on a field test, he had gotten wind of a small raider camp, which had been harassing some local fishermen, key note, that they were on Corellia at this time. For the most part, Nakkar had been training with Shii-cho and progressing within the force in a controlled and overlooked environment. Learning how to use, all the basics from Vinny and practicing them at the scheduled times. On his own, he attempted to progress further within Force Illusion, figuring it was worth it. Though, one time he had attempted to pull a joke on Vinny and convince him he had been slain, this didn't fall through and Vinny with a wave of the hand, convinced Nakkar to stop the joke. Despite his better wishes, he didn't want to but was compelled. This is the first time he'd seen, or more like, been the target of Mind Trick. He didn't like it, but, had at that moment, decided this was something he would learn, and master.
Tracking down the raiders with Vin'Tor, they stumbled across a camp of two to three humans. As this was, for all intents and purposes /his/ mission, Vinny just stood aside, reminding him to keep calm. Ten years of age, and somewhat trained with a lightsaber, of course, it wasn't his own, and prepared with the force. What do you expect a young pre-teen would do? He got cocky. Waltzing into the camp, chest poofed out believing he would accomplish this with little to no effort, he began to talk at the nearest raider. NAturally, he was met with aggression instantly. Remembering how Vinny had used the force to compel him to behave, he figured this would work. Copying the hand movement, and the calm tone of voice, he spoke. Stating that the man should drop all aggression and behave. This worked, or that's what he thought 'til he was smacked across the head with a mallet. His reaction times clearly sub par, having stumbled over and pretty much lost consciousness, Vinny stepped in. Dealing with the raiders and rescuing the stubborn child from who knows what kind of fate.
He had awoke back within Vinny's little cottage. Head sore as if he's been smacked by a Sarlacc, he just sat there. Staring forward, feeling the regret of his actions and the agitation due to his lack of skill. He clenched a fist, and swore to progress faster. To dedicate all his time, to doing so. And this is exactly what he did. The next few months, he did nothing but train with Vinny's saber, and utilize the force. Vinny brought an old droid equipped with a dulled blade, programmed it to fight back. This was for the most part, Nakkar's training dummy. Every once in awhile, Vinny would step in for the dummy, giving Nakkar a real challenge, though he never managed to beat Vinny. This continued time and time again, and though he never seemed to feel he was progressing, he was. He was doing so at a rapid rate. He had become able to knock Vinny off his feet with the force multiple times, though Vinny always recovered. He had become quick with the saber, but lacked physical strength to do any superb damage. His ability to see through the force, making it much easier to follow Vinny's movements. Every night though, he would create that same dog, the one he made on his fifth birthday, if anything, to remind him of home, and to remind him he was skilled, even if it wasn't evident to himself yet.
~Fateful encounter. (Age: 11-14)~
Age eleven. He learned much from his last year, had been taken on more missions though they required a bit of team work. Trained alone and together with Vinny. Spent the days honing what little skill he had with the lightsaber, which began to yield real results, and allowing them to understand what style he would ultimately be suited for. He even, after asking permission, got approval to practice his Force Illusions on Vinny. Which like the Saber began to yield bigger results, though, nothing outstanding. The most astounding thing he /did/ do was recreate the mission he had failed, of course, at least the bit he was conscious for. Vinny thought it adequate, and detailed enough. Nakkar's Sight began to improve also, he had become able to discern Force Sensitive's from non, even through walls, though he still had issues here. The distance he could utilize it wasn't grand either, it would be compared to the typical human's sight, just the ability to see through inanimate objects, which was much, much, easier if there were living beings on the other side. All in all, this year was well productive, most likely due to his new dedication. This continued once more, for the next two years. He gave very little care for a social life, and despite Vinny saying otherwise, he continued to train. He had a drive, and he would accomplish it. It was also this, that Vinny began to notice the shift in the kids demeanor, though he wouldn't call it falling, it was certainly a sort of passion for power.
Vinny had informed Nakkar he had one last thing to show him. With great anticipation Nakkar accepted the knowledge, but was somewhat disappointed when he was told it was how to construct a lightsaber. He had just assumed Vinny gave him his, this was clearly not the case. He was shown, what do to, dismantling it, shifting the crystal, requiring it. Even shown how to enhance a saber's beam if you had crystals. Though, was not told the difference in crystals. With this knowledge, Vinny declared Nakkar trained in all that was necessary to know to become one with the force. At least, from a Grey Jedi's standpoint. It was then, that Nakkar decided to leave. He had been informed by Vinny of a good place, specially considering he's a Miraluka, to go to progress. Not understanding why, nor really caring. He decided that Vinny at least deserved enough respect to know what he was talking about. Paying Vinny one last bow of respect, he departed. With a few hundred credits as a gift and means of purchasing shuttle tickets. He was on his way to Nar Shaddaa.
After a nights rest, and the hyperspace travel, he had arrived on the Smuggler's moon. Now, he had no idea why Vinny was insistent on him coming here, but he decided to take a look around. This was, technically, his first day on his own. Fourteen years old, no light saber, and left with no tutelage. He had to learn to live alone. Or so this is what he assumed this lesson was. He spent his first night on Nar Shaddaa getting to learn the layout, taking in all the new sights. Which, overwhelmed the crap out of his sight, so much so he actually stumbled a bit. Having to take breaks here and there. Eventually he grew accustomed to the moon. He truly became able to see. Moving from docks, to districts, shops though not bothering to purchase anything yet. Talking with a few of the residents, realizing he did not do well with beings who refused to speak Galactic Basic or Miralukese. He had no idea what he was doing.
After a few more days, he had become broke. Spending his credits on some new clothing, a style he preferred. One which would only adapt in time, but generally remain the same. He bought food and the needed supplies each day, and at this point needed some credits, badly. He did the only thing he knew how, ask if anyone needed jobs done. But, he was met with resistance from practically everyone. He didn't know why, but assumed it was because he was a child still, despite /his/ disagreement on this. Finally, he had gotten word of some work which needed done. Some Rodian who spoke basic told him that the Hutt named Sleingar needed some work done. But was warned that it would probably get him killed. This warning, or threat, didn't seem to sway him, if anything it seemed to enhance his drive. Thanking the Rodian who he was sure was trying to get him killed, Nakkar turned and followed the small piece of paper to a large building with big glowing signs, though to himself they were just signs, he couldn't see neon. Entering the Hutt's hut, he found himself in the middle of an auction. Numbers being shouted all over the place, sixteen thousand. Forty four thousand. He didn't understand, nor did he have wallet enough to bother inspecting. But that is when he saw her for the first time. The little girl. Something about her caught his eye sockets and he was determined to have her. Of course, not in any real perverse way, but call it a drive, or perhaps a misunderstood emotion. Pity? She seemed helpless, was she being sold? All questions he asked himself.
The numbers continued to fly, and they kept getting bigger. MUCH bigger, he'd never thought people could have so much money. He had to think fast, because from the books Vinny had, and the news holodevice he kept from his childhood, he knew Hutt's did business, and when they did business, there was no going back. With no real option, he resorted to his one known arsenal. The Force. Without much thought, he made an illusion, trying as hard as he could to think something up on the spot, he managed to pull one of the most cliche things out of his imagination. Fire. The room lit up, well, not really but that's what everyone saw. each other being lit on fire, and whilst it didn't really hurt them, it was obvious they didn't expect this. Sleingar began to speak loudly in a language Nakkar could not understand for the bloody life of him. But, as everyone began to flee, some people pulling out blasters confused, he had decided to attempt to speak to the Hutt. Explaining that things could get worse, much worse, if he wasn't allowed the girl. This was met with /the/ worst laughter he had ever heard, it sounded as if the fat slugslob was coughing up a lung filled with bantha poodoo. But, Sleingar spoke again in basic, which caught him off guard. Telling him he liked the kid, and if he did something for him. He'd give him the girl, apparently Sleingar thought the young boy was a Jedi. If this is bad or good, is yet to be known to him.
Sleingar had told Nakkar that he had a rival, some guy named Hunchbeak who liked to play stupid mind games with his crew, and apparently steal from him, which Sleingar was very clear that no one is to do. The girl would be his, if he found a means to an end for this little dilemma. Having no real option but to agree, he had long been gone from the Hutt's hut and tracked Hunchbeak to the local cantina which took him a good few days due to it being extremely complicated to track someone in this environment. It was the same Rodian that told Nakkar of the work Sleingar had. Unsure of what to do, he approached the Rodian and began to speak, informing him that Sleingar wanted his items back. Naturally, this was met with denial and avoidance of the topic. Feeling confused, and compelled to get the girl, he thought back on his training, and utilized his Force once more. A wave of the hand, and a few spoken words, he found himself with the Rodian's datapad, and the Rodian found himself with more drink, way too much for the Rodian's body to handle. Having made his way back to Sleingar with the Datapad, explaining that Hunchbeak wouldn't be bothering him anymore, apparently he had a drinking problem, he was laughed at again. Sleingar liked the kid's humor, least that is what he said, and according to him he kept his word on all business. The little white haired and light skinned girl was brought out, and the device around her neck removed. Unsure of how old she was, it was obvious she was around five or six. Caught unawares of how awkward this entire situation was, he took her hand in his, and left the Hutt's hut. To find a means of obtaining a few credits to get off this horrible place. With her at his side.
~Two sides of the coin. (Age: 15-22)~
The following year and a half was spent essentially going from place to place, planet to planet. Nakkar, who'd had for some reason felt compelled to gain custody of the little girl, hadn't taken into account that she was another mouth to feed. This wouldn't have been an issue for most, but he himself was still fairly young. Though he was old enough to attempt normal work, and he did for the most part find a few one-time jobs here and there, he couldn't land a steady paying gig. Which, in turn is what lead to the traveling about. He did stop off at Vinny's pad once or twice to reeducate himself on the force, and attempt to pick up new techniques. Vinny showed him more of the basics, Force Lightning, Force push, pull, et cetera. Nothing overly grand, but it was beneficial moreso than naught. The young girl who'd been there with him, also paid attention, though as to how much she learned here, it was just too early to know. Vinny had informed Nakkar that she was a Force Sensitive, this for some reason eluded him, but when told he noticed it right off, though to say it caught him off guard is an understatement.
Having spent the next few months repeating the same redundant regime Vinny did, it was time to depart again. Call it angst if you wish, but he just considered it a part of his blood. Nakkar and Junna were off once more. This time, to attempt to locate a home for themselves. After a good few months searching, they ended up on Manaan, and luckily for them a few of the complex rooms were open for rent. Even luckier,a job opening that Nakkar thought would suit him. The Manaan court of law, needed someone to help attend the books and filing, the catch to this is that they would be allowed to observe court hearings. He applied, and got the call back. The interview was smooth, though he was questioned on credentials due to his being of about sixteen years old, give a month. All checked out in the end, and they finally had a home, sort of, and steady pay, though it only really covered basic living expenses and one or two shuttle trips to Vinny.
Months past as they always do, and Nakkar for the most part spent his time working with the Selkath. He ended up being shown criminals and learning more about the sentient psych, which was interesting to him. He seemed to be void of the ability to feel the same sort of feelings others do, but in reality, it was just a misunderstanding on his end. He switched allot of them with Apathy, which annoyed him at times. On his days off, or free time, he'd spend it either with Junna, or alone. When alone, he'd practice his light saber forms, though the only one he really knew was Soresu, well, that was the only form he considered a form disregarding the basics of Shii-Cho which Vinny showed him. When not doing this, he was using the force. Though, he did this as an every day thing, drinks poured via Telekinesis, doors pushed open with it. Nothing flashy but he figured with steady use and constant application he'd progress. Which he did. The only techniques he practiced force wise in private were Lightning, and his Illusions. Mainly, he didn't want to accidentally harm Junna with Lightning, as he never really seemed to grasp it's use, even burning himself at one point. As for his Force Illusions, he just didn't want to ruin what he considered a gift from his family.
When spent with Junna, Who was going on eight years of age at this point. He'd do more, be much more active. Taking her out for walks in the town, though she wasn't an idiot and like he at eight, she was growing a bit more mature, mentally, than some might. He taught her to use the force, well, taught her to use it the best he could at least. Her own skill was clearly different than his, she seemed to favor the body techniques like jump and speed. Which weren't his utter strong suit, but at least she got it. He spent time showing her Light saber forms, once more, only the ones he knew, though on the trips to Corellia to see Vinny she would learn some of Ataru from him. sometime down the line it became known she was of Echani blood, something to do with a story she told him about her younger childhood and how she ended up on Nar Shaddaa. This opened up the sparring matches they did, and though she was a kid, it was obvious she was naturally inclined to it. It was refreshing, and slightly agitating to have a female, a female child at that, best him in melee combat. even if it wasn't one hundred percent serious.
Once he hit his sixteenth birthday, which was subconsciously becoming a habit, he went back to Vinny once more, Junna alongside him who had turned eight only a month or so before him. He returned the training saber he had borrowed from Vinny and had decided it was time to go out and get his own crystal, and make his own saber. Issue is, he had no idea where to go, and had to get back to Manaan for a hearing. So, he took it upon himself to finally attempt his first, true, use of Force Persuade, otherwise known as mind trick. Having gotten to know Vinny, and gotten to understand the man had a balance with the force and himself. Hearing about his past, and the work he had done with the Jedi. Which ultimately consisted of helping in the recent wars, nothing really more to it than that. He came to the conclusion that Vinny wasn't as predominate in any one area of the force, so he would use Mind Trick. A wave of the hand, eye contact and words spoken with a silver tongue, he asked for the two yellow crystals. From Vinny's saber, and the training one. To his surprise, vinny complied with the request. Responding as one who was truly affected by the technique would. Almost shocked it worked, Nakkar took the crystals and gave a bow before walking off with Junna. Upon exiting the small building and making their way back to the shuttle they came in on, they wouldn't notice but Vinny was standing there, staring out the window with his /you've done well/ expression. To this day, Nakkar believes that mind trick worked, but in reality, Vinny was just glad to see the kid progress the way he did, and faked it. Either way, with crystals in hand. They got back home, and Nakkar helped Junna construct her own light saber, as well as his, styled for speed and ease of use, two Shota. The other materials, emitters, and whatnot weren't too hard to come by and he'd got those earlier from basic suppliers around Manaan and in his travels he sometimes had to take due to work.
His time in the following few years was split in three ways, and consisted of quite a bit of travel. He'd progressed from courtroom associate to investigator and interrogator. He was sent to track down people who eluded the court, though, not to harm them if at all possible and bring them back. He didn't consider himself a bounty hunter, as there was no bounty nor contract, in fact he was just a tracker of sorts. It was fairly easy to locate folks with his genetic sight, specially once he had the location. It was the convincing them to return with him that proved annoying. But, this was usually nipped in the butt with Force Persuade. Rarely did he come across someone who resisted, but it did happen, and when it did it was nasty. These trips he didn't always take Junna on. sometimes he did if he deemed it'd be beneficial to her training, other times if it would cause too much controversy he left her in the apartment, she knew what to do and she could take care of her self. After many successful retrievals he was bumped up to a sort of personal investigator working for the Manaan government, as opposed to just the court. This didn't increase his pay much, and the fame was practically nonexistent, but what he did gain was a sense of personal achievement, and continued to utilize his force abilities to succeed. This went on for about a year or two, and only changed on time off, when he'd focus more on training Junna, than himself.
He was eighteen and Junna was ten. Up to this point, they weren't alien to each other anymore, they grew close. Brother and Sister like. He kept teaching her the force as best he could, and how to use her light saber. This also helped him progress, though not so much in light saber combat. She trained hard, and hit hard for a ten year old. She had a sort of wild about her that was hard to pin down. So, head read up on the Echani, even took a trip to the planet, though wasn't well received. It became knowledge to him that the race was all about the martial, that fighting wasn't just fighting like some thing and without the interaction with other Echani, she had no real self control. This became evident on one specific night. Nakkar had come back from a long ass trip, and his muscles were tired. He had to track down some fool who abused the use of a cloaking device, needless to say it didn't do nuts to hide from his Force Sight. Not but an hour post his being home, did the knock on the door happen. Though, what he saw was rage on the other side. He and Junna were eating at the time, he ignored the knock and told her that this situation wasn't gonna be smooth. Though, he didn't know why, it was an assumption at best due to the folks he works with. The door was kicked open, and there stood one UGLY Trandoshan, with a carbine rifle at his side. He started hissing and speaking in a language that only seemed to piss Nakkar off, he may not have understood but he didn't like the tone of the wiggling tongue. The rifle being pointed at him on the other hand, made it quite clear what was going on. Mugging? murder? bounty? he didn't know, but, his Mind trick failed and only seemed to irritate the lizard more. Light saber not on hand, and angled horribly to try to retaliate, he looked towards Junna and told her to deal with it.
The girl had been training hard the last few years. So much so she was actually more skilled and more adept at physical combat, than he. She moved faster than the lizard could react, and beat thirteen shades of lizard crap out of the guy, or perhaps girl, no one knows. It was this though, that Nakkar truly took into account she had no clause or purpose and just fought. It was this, that he decided he'd attempt to suppress some of that and channel it into his own type of tool. She would become his guard dog, and from that moment on he was quite sure where he would take her training. Having beaten the lizard and leaned down over it, on her hands and knees facing away from him she found the things datapad, which apparently had the contract for Nakkar on it, he shrugged and sighed explaining it was probably someone who knew someone who got arrested. Nothing to worry about.
The next few years progressed to an extreme level. His work began to take him after more dangerous criminals. Some were even force sensitive. Some were on obscure planets and some weren't even able to speak, or so that's how it seemed. These years were spent doing the needed job, every job he went on, every mission or investigation he took Junna with him. After the first year, which had them tracking an Ex-Jedi at that, he'd managed to finally use his Illusion and Sense abilities on a target that had the same sort of training. Perhaps more, perhaps less. It went smoothly after the first few bumps, but with Junna's help where Nakkar lacked in the force or muscle she made up with hers. Vice versa. The Ex-Jedi had training enough to use force camouflage, but Nakkar could see right through it, or more so, /see it/ altogether. He directed Junna to the target and she got him, knocked him down a notch and he began the interrogation process. Which, he became extremely good at in his years due to the constant use, and the lack of morals holding him back. One time, he began to prod so deep into one's mind he made it fall unconscious. This got him scolded when he brought the body back for questioning. Other times, they had to track multiple gangs, and this is where he used his Illusions, to imitate soldiers, or droids, police or hell sometimes obscure things like a Rancor running through the street. Whilst for the most part they caused no harm, they served their purpose. Many jobs happened within these two years, so many it's hard to keep track of. But the Jedi was quite possibly the most complicated of them all, only due to it being the first of many to come.
Junna had been turning into a beautiful girl. It started to take it's toll on him, whilst he couldn't see her, he could see her more clearly than any none Miraluka could. He could feel her body, her shape with his force. He could see her force and every time it shifted, even read her emotions. It became hard to focus, his mind would wander and he knew he had to get an outlet. He never found one though. But, one night during their typical training sessions, this one particular dealing with Echani ritual understanding, and the foundations of the match being more of passion than of combat, they had locked into a grapple, one of which no one victor could be declared. This grapple seemed to spark something between the two of them, probably due to how close they were and how their force seemed to mix internally with each other. This allowed them to, though unknowing at the time, form a small force bond.
This bond became apparent when Nakkar began to pick up Junna's thoughts one night. Having actually thought he was being talked at, he responded but was only made the fool when she said she didn't speak. Yet, he picked up the being called an idiot in her mind. It was clear they had a link there, though small it may be. One day or so later, she had hurt herself doing something, and Nakkar picked up the same sort of pain. Which made his knee crap out, he fell and did not enjoy the fact that the entire court looked at him like he had been taking some cosmic drug. Recovering and carrying on, he finished the day and went back to discuss this connection with her. They decided to keep it a secret from others, as best they could, due to the lack of understanding of how severe the pains could be, but, nights to come, he felt her pain.
Months later he had become more aware of anything force related she did. It was a small part on behalf of their bond, and largely based on his ability to feel her force more than others. He lacked much martial skill, only progressing in Soresu as he chose it for it's universal application of defense. Instead, he would be considered a prophet of the force by all who used such titles. His own force skills became so readily available and easy to use that he didn't bother opening doors normally, unless he was attempting to hide his use of the force, which, for the most part he did not. He had a philosophy that constant use of the Force, would make one more attuned with it, though as with all area of study, it isn't universal and only applies to where you specifically excel at. In his case, The Sensory abilities, enhanced by his Miraluka heritage, and the Telepathic abilities as he wasn't physically astounding so he choose to use the mind instead. He also progressed with the Telekinetics, though not anywhere as far, because he didn't /try/ to excel he just used them practically all the time. As for his abilities with force enhancing his body, they were only really applicable with Junna's training, so he was rather inexperienced with them only having used Force Jump over anything else. His progression with the force, and being heavily involved within it's every applications it's no shock that even when doing mission for the Manaan government, that he would come across plenty of blaster fire. Having the wish to keep his saber hidden, or perhaps the illusion that he isn't even force-sensitive, he began to utilize the combination of Force Push, and the body based force techniques to help to deflect blaster fire. This was effective for the most part when one on one, or against slow fire blasters. But proved ineffective, or just not experienced enough to use it against heavier firepower like repeating carbine blasters, or emp mini guns. This became a staple in his use of the telekinetics, much like regular variants were in helping his every day non-combative life style.
Their last year working with the Manaan government was spent doing slower paced missions, it was slow because they progressed so far. So fast. Not to be considered prodigies, but surely skilled in their own fields. But it was all soon to end. Junna had been home, training, and Nakkar was finishing up some interrogations for the Selkath when the smugglers came. Having been in another area of the city altogether, he couldn't have known what was going on or why. But the smuggler's came down, and apparently began searching for flesh to sell. Junna had trained hard and was for all he knows based on the story she told, exhausted. They captured her and began to take her to the docking bay, whilst a few did a quick last check for any more children. Nakkar could feel the worry, he even felt her call to him, or so that's the generally feeling he got, and he could have sworn he heard her call him. He made his way back to the apartment to see if she was there, she wasn't. Her light saber was where he kept them. He closed his eyes, and attempted to branch out his sight further than he had, and to his benefit she wasn't but a few docks away. With how the city is built, the apartments were close enough for him to see her if he focused on seeing as opposed to just looked casually. He made his way to the docking bay they were in. But the door was shut. Without a proper ID to open this one, but this wouldn't stop him. Some sort of anger filled him, he didn't even know what it was as he'd never felt anything like it before. A sense of fear perhaps. He didn't bother with his Shota, as the bulkhead was too thick for the small blade to pass, and at that last bit of lost hope, he heard her call out again. That was that, with a metaphorical flare of his eyes, his hands began to glow the bright red, though to him it was just a large mass of energy. He unleashed it on the door, and pushed it with quite a bit of might. The edges began to heat up, with the crackling sounds of the electricity, even burn some of his own skin off of his forearms. He continued, to blast the door, and watch through it as the beings on the inside began to scuttle around, seemingly boarding the nuts. With one last release of the Force, he sent a thrust like he had never done, essentially pummeling a hole in the door big enough for him to enter.
With the door having began to melt due to the lightning, and being in a somewhat less solid state, the push had no issue ripping it open, though it was more of a bend in it. He entered the dock, just as the ship had started it's engines. This wouldn't be allowed, his fingers crackled again, more of his forearm flesh ripping as he lightninged the engines of the small carrier ship. He wasn't thinking, nor could he so he hadn't any idea the actual danger /he/ put her in. With a loud explosion the engines blew apart, the men and a few women got out of the carrier, and were met with the same lightning. It wasn't pretty, a few survived, but were met with another thrust which hit them with the same force it did the door and cracked bones as it chucked them into the nearby walls. After which, almost as if on autopilot, he ripped open the hanger of the carrier with telekinesis and walked aboard. She was there, and so was another kid. But that kid didn't matter. He got to her, and if he weren't' a Miraluka, he'd have thought she was dead. But he could see her force and knew she was fine, just sleeping or drugged or something. He waved his hand, unsnapped the buckles holding her in place, picked her up and carried her off as she became conscious probably due to his being in such a proximity with his emotions flared as they were. Leaving the overheated ship to explode in one last bang. Ignoring the other child, or, having forgot he was there entirely, Nakkar made his way back to the apartment. Luckily, not met with any of the guards.
That was the last night they spent together as individuals, and instead became one in the same. Having calmed down and come to terms with what had happened. Nakkar thought it best to set out, and leave home for a bit 'til things die down, if they ever truly do. fearing the government might mistake him for a Dark Jedi he informed Junna they needed to leave. Having heard on the news, and having been working with the government of Manaan closely, he had gotten word of the Sith returning, or some sort of group like such. Vinny had explained it somewhat a month or so ago when they went to visit. So, decided the best course of action would be there. He liked organization, not just a bunch of rowdy wild hot-headed individuals, and according to the news and rumors going on that is what they did. They hopped a shuttle and set off, in hopes of being accepted into the Sith. If not, he'd figure something out. Some way. Some how.
Lightsaber: Shota, Single Blade, Single Phase. Black hilt with no distinguishing characteristics.
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: 3
Ataru: 3
Shien / Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 8
Body: 2
Sense: 8
Protection: 5
Healing: 2
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills:
>>Force Illusion (Moderatly skilled)
>>Force Deflect (Moderately skilled)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -2 (Normal, every day) / -6 (When enraged over Junna)
RP Sample:
Manaan court of law: Court in session.
Case ID: X-TV 17. Kolto smuggler, vs the Manaan Government.
The grand judge had only recently finished his discussion with the other members of the seated council, and came to a verdict. After much delegation, the smuggler was to be interrogated about the whereabouts of his crew. This was to be done by Nakkar, who'd proven useful with such acts.
Having been located in his seat, which was located somewhat off to the left of the judge's, though, not to be confused with actually being on the council. He stood and made his way to the center of the court. Turning some to face the human who'd been charged he spoke, his words to the point, soft, yet stern. It was clear he, like the Selkath, had made up his mind on the outcome. But, he had to do his job and he enjoyed it nonetheless.
"Mister..... Kai-lin was it? Please accompany me to the audience chambers. We've the discussion about your crew, or, you can decline this and head straight to the cells". Not a threat as opposed to a factual statement, the man nodded and accompanied him. Upon entering the room, they'd be met with a large circular table. Multiple chairs located about it. "Have a seat" as he stated this, he spun his hand within his robe a bit, and one of the chairs turned in place, facing Kai-lin. "It says here, you were attempting to smuggle kolto. Which is commonly known, as an act of treason per se. It also says you denied all relation, yet, we have recorded proof of the act. what have you to say?". The human, who was scraggly looking began to speak gruffly so, "I ain' got nothin' more t'say. It wasn' me. Ain' no proof". Closing the folder he had been holding, Nakkar looked towards the man whom he presumed to be within his thirties. "As I said. We've proof. If you insist to follow down the path of denial, I'll be forced to extract the information. do you understand? The Selkath don't permit torture or corporal punishment, sure, but all of this, for the most part is physical. I'll give you another chance, of course I'll also show you the recordings".
As he finished, he obliged the smuggler with the promise. Another wave of his hand, and the wall to their left opened up, a Holoprojecter station on it. As it flipped downward, Nakkar clicked a button on the now held remote device. The images of Kai-lin were there, with four other smugglers, though their faces weren't able to be made out. "Ain' me, tol' ya". Nakkar allowed the recording to finish before he spoke up. "If you say so. But I disagree, and don't particularly like being lied to. Especially, by someone who doesn't know how to lie". The device flipped upwards and Nakkar set the remote on the table beside him. "Alright. So you still insist this isn't you? fine. This is where I get the truth". He moved in towards Kai-lin and motioned to place his hand upon the guys head. This was met with reluctance and retaliation, the smuggler attempted to fight back but found his hands bound down upon his thighs and legs bound together. He was held in place on the chair by an invisible force, The Force.
Placing his hand on Kai-lin's forehand he allowed himself to dive within the man's thoughts. Though, the act of touching the head wasn't necessary, it was for sake of discrepancy all about the illusion of knowledge. "Who are the other four?" - "I tol... I don' kno... They're old friends!" - "How much kolto did you attempt to smuggle?" - "Si.. six crates" - "Where did you hide the other two crates?" - "Warehouse 15!" - "Anything else you feel the need to tell me?" - "I.. I'm hungry, and I feel like my bladder is going to give.. my head hurts.." - "......". He removed his hand from the guys head, and stood there staring at him. This continued for a moment or two, nothing but silence with Nakkar watching the man. Finally though Kai-lin spoke up. "I don't know how got me to answer you, but.. What now?". Nakkar answered, swiftly. Kai-lin's head was thrust forward and smacked into the table, violently, though soft enough to only leave red markings without any permanent damage. "I don't like being lied to. Next time you're asked questions. Answer them honestly, else I'll find you.." as he began to state the next bit, he abused his use of Force Illusion to create images of horror, things like quick glimpses of bodies lying on the ground. Hangings, et cetera. "and you don't want me to have to find you again. Understand?" as he finished that, he made eye contact and imbued the man with a sense of Fear. Anyone outside of them would be able to notice the male shaking somewhat, "I.. I under.. don... stop please. I'll stop. I won't smuggle anymore". Clapping his hands, Nakkar smiled, "In that case, we're savvy".
Nakkar hailed the droid guard, who escorted Mister Kai-lin to the holding cells. After which, Nakkar himself made his way back to the court and gave his findings to the Selkath in charge. Before making his way home once more. All in a day's work.
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