Post by Alexander on Nov 25, 2010 13:38:15 GMT -5
Name: Sammist Veiss (Sam)
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 170 lbs
Appearance:
Sam is taller than normal, average in weight, and carries a solemn and wild look in his icy blue eyes. His face (like pictured above) is shaven but rugged, his eyes bright in contrast to his dominantly-black salt and pepper hair.
Personality: Sam is, for the most part, a very serious Jedi. However, when not on a mission, Sam can cut back and relax in a group atmosphere of friends. He can be snide and cynical, as well as funny and cunning. It's almost as if Sam has two different personalities; one for missions, and one for down-time.
Sam is also very down to earth, and understands well the problems of others. He is a good listener who is always ready to lend an ear to youngling and friend alike. He respects all people, regardless of age or rank, and makes sure his superiors know that.
Contrary to his seemingly nice personality, Sam is very impatient and sometimes arrogant. In missions, he mainly feels as though he can accomplish everything himself, even though he'd never say it to a teammate. He is often overconfident; pushing his own boundaries to the extreme to prove himself. Sam also has little patience for stupidity or intolerance.
Through his years, Sam has gained a specially tuned wisdom that applies generally to his study of people. He often tries to analyze his fellow teammates or enemies to the point of reading them inside and out. He also, because of this trait, offers excellent advice to anyone who needs it.
Birth place: Dantooine
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight - Guardian
Bio:
Sam was born on a quiet farmlike estate outside of Dantooine's massive Jedi enclave. His parents, his father and farmer and his mother simply a stay-at-home cook, were happy to receive a child like Sam: Dark colored hair, icy blue and deep eyes. He was a quiet baby; never fussing, never crying at the wrong times. His parents, excellent ones that they were, were too strict on Sam as a small child; which, essentially, did little more than enable Sam to respect and love them more.
In his early toddler years, Sam's parents decided it would soon be time to observe practices in the young boy's life to discern whether or not Sam was to become a Jedi. Fortunately for them, Sam's mother detected it in an interesting way... While Sam was outside of his estate one morning playing in the fields, the young toddler observed the flowing and long grass of Dantooine. While it all looked the same at first glance, the young boy was more keen than the average toddler. He called for his mother, who came rushing out in fear; and when Sam explained to her the issue, his mother's fear subsided.
Sam explained that amongst a massive field of grass, there was one single browned and dead tall blade of grass among the rest. Sam had wandered out into the field and noticed it, thinking it was odd and out of place. His mother laughed and dismissed him carelessly, but Sam was more certain about the grass than his mother.
Saddened, Sam sat beside the dead blade of grass for hours, concentrating hard on it, trying to determine why it was his mother didn't care. Young, about 6 at this time, Sam didn't quite understand why the blade of grass was of no significance to his mother, who often told him to always keep a keen eye. The young boy sat in the field for hours with a surprising patience that was uncommon to his age, simply staring at the grass.
Finally concerned, his mother left their estate to come find her boy at around dusk. She sighed heavily and strode over to where her son was, which was coincidentally at the same spot she had left him. Feeling almost remorse for leaving her son out for the day, she addressed him, asking him why he had been outside in the same place for the entirety of the day.
Sam smiled ear to ear, giving her the same beautiful smile he had inherited from her. His mother never forgot the words he then spoke: the young boy explained that the grass was lonely and needed friends; that it was a poor piece of grass amongst a field of lively and rich grass. Sam was thrilled with himself.
His mother, finally realizing what was going on, had asked him how on earth he had found such a blade of grass. She was concerned more than excited for his achievement, despite the fact that it was a sign of Sam being a Force-Sensitive. She met his young, curious eye with her own wise and strong one.
Sam explained that while he initially didn't really know what he was doing, he found a single dead blade of grass. He explained that it was the only one as far as he could see. The boy seemed saddened, almost as if the nonliving blade of grass hindered his spirit.
His mother had laughed, patting Sam on the head. Sam remembered his mother flashing her a great smile that important night. From that moment on, Sam's mother knew inside that her son was a Force-Sensitive; thus, the next morning, Sam was taken to the enclave for an examination. The Council determined his midi-chlorian count was high, being at roughly 14,200.
The Jedi Council, who found nothing wrong with the boy in terms of maturity or age, decided to train him. His mother was thrilled, and left her boy to the academy to train as a Jedi. She returned to her estate, taking up whatever missions the council would give her, and Sam's father remained an earnest farmer.
His youngling training made Sam a keen observer and a wise little child for his age. He studied and practiced hard, making full use out of his potential and natural ability alike. Progressing at a normal pace, Sam almost breezed through his youngling years at a good standing in his class. Never once did Sam cease to try and put forth his best; and sometimes, Sam pushed himself too far to prove his worth to the Jedi.
When he was twelve, Sam was accepted as a padawan and given a Master. His Master was caring and kind, growing into his years well, and was a competent Jedi Master fit for a competent young Jedi Padawan. The two were seemingly made to be good team in the Jedi Order, often being given the more challenging missions posed by the Jedi Council.
Sam's master noticed remarkable growth in the boy, both mentally and emotionally. While Sam was never very physically powerful, he made up for it mentally. He had a quick and sharp mind; further, a mind that was observant and open to surroundings. His Master made good use of Sam's abilities, but Sam himself made more use of his speed, his agility, his natural talent.
When he was 13, Sam's master began instructing Sam on how to create a lightsaber. When he was ready, Sam built his own, based on careful choices towards his future as a Jedi. He built a stable, long, and simple hilt alternating colors of black and silver, and a blue color crystal: that of a Jedi Guardian, what he hoped to become in the future. Pleased with his choices and watched carefully by his Master, Sam constructed his first lightsaber with ease. Sam cherished it both as a tool and as something he himself created, thus, the blade would follow him until his days as a Jedi Knight.
The two grew together in age and in Jedi-Apprentice bond, taking on missions and generally completing them with ease. Through his years as a Padawan, Sam was careful: he never lost a limb or extremity, was never scarred by the slash of an opponent's lightsaber, and never made TOO unwise decisions. His Master was pleased with his growth, and nine years later, the two went on one last mission before the beginning of Sam's trials.
It was Kamino, to be exact; a mission out in the Unknown Regions of space, which luckily, Sam's master was more familiar with. The mission overall went smoothly, but Sam had to face a Dark Jedi on his own for the first time.
Essentially, the mission was to travel to Kamino to eliminate a threat that was blackmailing the Kamino cloners into making clones of a certain soldier. The Jedi Council knew not what the threat was exactly: Dark Jedi, Bounty Hunter, whatever, but they knew it would be dangerous, so they sent Sam and his Master.
Now 21, his Master felt Sam was ready for a test of his own. The two traveled to Kamino where they immediately found the Dark Jedi, and Sam's master retreated back into the facility to let Sam handle the Dark Jedi. Fortunately, Sam did so with ease, but felt remorse after taking the life of another human completely on his own. Almost as if to console himself, Sam took up the necklace of his opponent and wore it around his neck to remind himself that the world and its humans, be they light or dark, were human.
Then Sam hit the age of 22, common Knightship age among the Order. Sam had, upon his birthday, created a lightsaber of a unique and uncommon color, one that was typical of a Dark Jedi rather than a knight of the Light side: purple. In the next few months, Sam trained, and his Master decided it was his time for the Trials: the initiation of a Padawan into a Jedi Knight. Sam, pleased that his master felt him ready, began the trials willingly and wholeheartedly.
First came Sam's Trial of Skill, where his Master jumped quickly at the chance to face his Padawan in a formal duel. Sam, naturally, passed the trial with ease. He did not beat his Master, but was able to withstand most of his Master's attacks, and combat his Force use with equally powered Force use. In some cases during his Trial, Sam outwitted his Master by use of the Force and in other cases out sped his master with quick agility and lightsaber flourishes.
Very pleased with his Padawan, Sam's master allowed him to continue on; to face his Trial of Courage. Sam's master requested it not be a simulation in the Trials Chamber, but rather, a real mission. Accepting the request of the old Jedi Master, the Council allowed Sam to be sent on a solo mission on the planet they were currently on: Dantooine. Sam's mission would be to travel to the caves and recover an Ilum power crystal (which essentially did nothing other than act as a power crystal in the lightsaber of a novice); however, the caves were said to be loaded with bounty hunters and trained Kath hounds alike: therefore a very dangerous and life-threatening mission. The cave itself was one long-abandoned by the enclave, as it was a tedious walk, and most essentially too much trouble when there were other caves in closer proximity.
Against all odds, Sam jumped at the Trial with earnestness. He attempted this trial more carefully than he had intended to, though it was more difficult than Sam first intended. His mind, body, and spirit were tested to extremes. The Bounty Hunters presented a problem to Sam in that their thermal detonators charred part of Sam's left arm (though it was easily repaired upon arrival back to the Enclave). The Kath hounds were no problem when wielding his two lightsabers, and the Bounty Hunters also posed no other threat. Pressing them back further into the cave, Sam trudged forward, pushing himself to his physical limits to keep them back. Eventually, the bounty hunters retreated into the further darkness of the caves, as did the rest of the hounds. When the trial was done, Sam grabbed the Ilum crystal and headed back. Rocked with both fear and a depressed level of righteousness, Sam passed his trial. While it was indeed his most difficult, Sam was happy with himself that he completed it; and moreover, happy he had done so with his life.
Next came his Trial of the Flesh, the only one which Sam initially feared. He was afraid of physically losing a limb or hand or foot, but knew that to become a Jedi Knight, fear could not be shown in the midst of such trials. Trying to remain strong, he approached for his next Trial.
Expecting a harsh treatment or mission to which his physical body would be tested, Sam was proved wrong. When he approached the council, they explained (they lied, indeed) that Sam's master had been killed in battle; that he would never be seen again. Planning to test him at the very moment, they were unable to do so. Sam had simply nodded to them and retreated to meditate. Sam had been in deep mediation, destroying things around the room unconsciously with the Force as he reached out to search for his Master. Eventually he found him, and respectfully approached the Council in two days time.
Sam explained to them that he had been meditating, and against what the Council had told him, that his Master was alive and on the planet. The Council, being pleased, brought Sam's master into the room, and the Jedi Master and Apprentice shared one last moment as a group before they were split from each other. Sam never claimed to understand why the separation hurt so much, though inside he knows it was his attachment to his Master. Showing no signs of mental disturbance or severe emotional distress, the Council told Sam that he had passed his Trial of the Flesh.
Sam then requested that he be given time to meditate. Without telling him, the Council allowed it as the Trial of the Spirit, and they sent him off the a private chamber in the Enclave's basement. Sam merely walked in and sat down, assuming a meditative state of mind, and began to concentrate. He focused himself inward as opposed to what was around him, and searched inside himself to discern the mixed feelings he held in his heart.
The young and conflicted boy saw pictures of himself in the future, on unknown planets, in dark garb... slaying Jedi and civilians alike with crimson blades... he saw the destruction of planets and of loved ones, of his family, and his Master...
Sam had started sweating during his Meditation, but remained focused on what he saw. He grit his teeth and continued, reaching out into the Force for more visions of what he was seeing. He breathed heavily and quickly, but perused his thoughts even more. He saw a horrible version of himself with yellow-colored eyes and pale-colored skin.
Sam's former Master stood outside the chamber with closed eyes, mentally keeping tabs on Sam during this time. Worrying for his former apprentice, the Master broke into a sweat as well. Once he sensed the strife and conflict within the young man had subsided, Sam's former Master slid the door open and peered in to see a concentrated young man, once his obedient Padawan.
Sam, still facing away with folded legs, breathed heavily. He was out of his meditation and trance, but still sweating. "Master," Sam recalled saying regardless of their position now, "I cannot stray from the light." These simple words were the last thing said to his Master before Sam's knighthood, but his Master understood. Leaving the chamber to give Sam more time to concentrate, the Master left his Apprentice for the final time.
When Sam was finished with his inward looking, he stood. He didn't necessarily feel as though his meditation was a formal part of the trial; even so, he felt more accomplished and more apt to become a Jedi Knight. He ascended towards the Council, but did not tell them of his meditations.
Exiting the chamber, Sam proceeded to the Council. The Council was pleased with Sam's training and the passing of his trials, and officially inaugurated him as a Jedi Guardian, now capable of going on missions himself, and taking on tasks and responsibilities for himself. Both Sam and his former master were pleased with the new Knighthood, and Sam left Dantooine on a shuttle to travel space and search for himself for attentively. Leaving the Enclave, his family, and his Master behind for now, Sam left the planet on a long inward search to strengthen his ties to the Light side.
After being gone for about 9 months, Sam returned to Dantooine, where he patiently awaits a new mission or cause for absence from the Council.
Lightsaber:
left hilt: purple
right hilt: blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman 1
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 3
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 2
Body: 6
Sense: 7
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: Force Telekinesis (Not push or pull, but the ability to lift large objects without much physical muscle.)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +3
RP Sample:
He was dead. The abyssal darkness that was death itself gripped the dark jedi like no other; quick, efficient, seemingly painless. And yet, it was not beyond Sam's concern to so quickly end a life. Even so, Sammist Veiss deactivated his lightsaber, reattaching it to his belt. He flicked his left hand with a spark of Force, dragging the saber hilt of the dark jedi just slain into his hand. Igniting it, he awed at the brilliantly deep purple blade buzzing and whizzing and sizzling in the heavy rain of Kamino. Deactivating it, he tossed it back to the ground. There was an eerie feel to it, almost as if it was infused with as much Dark Side energy as its previous wielder.
The almost-Knight looked to his Master for reassurance; almost as though, deep inside, Sam felt it was wrong to take the necklace of his opponent. His master nodded and smiled, insinuating that all was well; that it was okay, that nothing was wrong with the obtainment of an enemy's charm. So easy it was to take his life, yet Sam felt an almost painful remorse for his necklace. Why?
Conflicted, the young man pulled his cloak around him, nodding sincerely to his master. Their shuttle was on another landing pad, so they would have to return through the facility and to the landing pad where they had docked. Without exchanging words, the two Jedi proceeded through the door and removed their hoods, thankful that the rain was gone.
Clouds and fogs of thought filled Sam's mind as he followed his Master. He would begin the trials soon, his master had told him, thus he should be prepared and alert. Sam knew the time would come sooner than later; moreover, it was likely that the trials would take place within a day or so upon returning to Dantooine, his homeland. While he should be calm and prepared, Sam was afraid; afraid of losing, afraid of not being good enough to pass, afraid of not being a good Jedi Knight.
Disregarding these thoughts as a caring eye came from his Master, Sam realized just how close they were to the landing pad. His mind was adrift in the Force, concentrating hard on the things to come, therefore he had become unaware of just where he was. And unfortunately, that was just the thing: he was unaware.
Trying to calm himself, he strode closer to his Master and they exchanged smiles. The door to their shuttle was ahead of them, but it looked as though it was being worked on... Being tampered with, more accurately. Being molested by foreigners who meant harm...
Sam's thoughts came full circle. "I sense a disturbance," he said, turning his eyes to his master. "Malice." The young boy moved his arms within his cloak, finding comfort in his lightsaber handle, shining, slick, and tactile in his hand.
His Master merely chuckled. "Indeed. Do not be so quick to draw arms, Sammy." His Master, more confident than the apprentice, proceeded through the glass door out into the rain, drawing his hood above his head. His eyes masked in darkness, he approached the unknown beings.
"What exactly are you doing?" The Master called out in a calm but loud voice, as to present a tone louder than the pounding rain of Kamino. His keen eyes darted between the three individuals, all of which perked up attentive and green ears towards him... Rodains. "Be wary," the Master said to Sam, pulling open his cloak ever so slightly. Sam saw the glittering silver of his Master's blade and he gulped deeply.
The rodians dropped their tools and reached instead for blasters, not ever hesitating to immediately open fire onto the two Jedi. Without exchanging looks, Sam and his master drew arms. Sam, knowing that he picked up another weapon, thought about using it; even so, the young man knew he had no experience with two blades yet, therefore he reached for his trusty blue blade. He pulled the hilt forth, ignited it, and pulled it in front of him in a clumsy block, hitting two blaster bolts out of his path. The cerulean blue blade waved in an arc, and Sam was relieved. One shot off into the air, the other hit part of the platform near the furthest left Rodian.
Scared, the three aliens jumped to their feet and behind the Jedis' shuttle, attempting to draw them towards it. Realizing this, Sam and his Master used to Forge, powering it through their legs and allowing it to flow into their feet, leaped high into the air and over the shuttle. Simultaneously, they deactivated their lightsabers, and summoned a wave of Force through their arms, sending the Rodians off the platform and into the wild, raging ocean below.
His Master nodded to Sam, and they reattached their lightsabers. Silently, his Master strode to where the Rodians had been working and examined the hull of the shuttle. He 'hmm'ed quietly and scratched his chin absentmindedly. He turned to Sam, meeting his eyes, and the Padawan carefully walked next to him. His Master stood, and spoke loudly over the rain, "Looks like there's no real damage. From the looks of things, it should get us back home... but then it'll need some work."
Accepting only his Master's word, the two Jedi strode onto the ship. Sam sat in the passenger's side cockpit, and his Master sat in the main cockpit, checking all the systems. Within minutes, the two Jedi were off into space, headed home for Dantooine.
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 170 lbs
Appearance:
Sam is taller than normal, average in weight, and carries a solemn and wild look in his icy blue eyes. His face (like pictured above) is shaven but rugged, his eyes bright in contrast to his dominantly-black salt and pepper hair.
Personality: Sam is, for the most part, a very serious Jedi. However, when not on a mission, Sam can cut back and relax in a group atmosphere of friends. He can be snide and cynical, as well as funny and cunning. It's almost as if Sam has two different personalities; one for missions, and one for down-time.
Sam is also very down to earth, and understands well the problems of others. He is a good listener who is always ready to lend an ear to youngling and friend alike. He respects all people, regardless of age or rank, and makes sure his superiors know that.
Contrary to his seemingly nice personality, Sam is very impatient and sometimes arrogant. In missions, he mainly feels as though he can accomplish everything himself, even though he'd never say it to a teammate. He is often overconfident; pushing his own boundaries to the extreme to prove himself. Sam also has little patience for stupidity or intolerance.
Through his years, Sam has gained a specially tuned wisdom that applies generally to his study of people. He often tries to analyze his fellow teammates or enemies to the point of reading them inside and out. He also, because of this trait, offers excellent advice to anyone who needs it.
Birth place: Dantooine
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight - Guardian
Bio:
Sam was born on a quiet farmlike estate outside of Dantooine's massive Jedi enclave. His parents, his father and farmer and his mother simply a stay-at-home cook, were happy to receive a child like Sam: Dark colored hair, icy blue and deep eyes. He was a quiet baby; never fussing, never crying at the wrong times. His parents, excellent ones that they were, were too strict on Sam as a small child; which, essentially, did little more than enable Sam to respect and love them more.
In his early toddler years, Sam's parents decided it would soon be time to observe practices in the young boy's life to discern whether or not Sam was to become a Jedi. Fortunately for them, Sam's mother detected it in an interesting way... While Sam was outside of his estate one morning playing in the fields, the young toddler observed the flowing and long grass of Dantooine. While it all looked the same at first glance, the young boy was more keen than the average toddler. He called for his mother, who came rushing out in fear; and when Sam explained to her the issue, his mother's fear subsided.
Sam explained that amongst a massive field of grass, there was one single browned and dead tall blade of grass among the rest. Sam had wandered out into the field and noticed it, thinking it was odd and out of place. His mother laughed and dismissed him carelessly, but Sam was more certain about the grass than his mother.
Saddened, Sam sat beside the dead blade of grass for hours, concentrating hard on it, trying to determine why it was his mother didn't care. Young, about 6 at this time, Sam didn't quite understand why the blade of grass was of no significance to his mother, who often told him to always keep a keen eye. The young boy sat in the field for hours with a surprising patience that was uncommon to his age, simply staring at the grass.
Finally concerned, his mother left their estate to come find her boy at around dusk. She sighed heavily and strode over to where her son was, which was coincidentally at the same spot she had left him. Feeling almost remorse for leaving her son out for the day, she addressed him, asking him why he had been outside in the same place for the entirety of the day.
Sam smiled ear to ear, giving her the same beautiful smile he had inherited from her. His mother never forgot the words he then spoke: the young boy explained that the grass was lonely and needed friends; that it was a poor piece of grass amongst a field of lively and rich grass. Sam was thrilled with himself.
His mother, finally realizing what was going on, had asked him how on earth he had found such a blade of grass. She was concerned more than excited for his achievement, despite the fact that it was a sign of Sam being a Force-Sensitive. She met his young, curious eye with her own wise and strong one.
Sam explained that while he initially didn't really know what he was doing, he found a single dead blade of grass. He explained that it was the only one as far as he could see. The boy seemed saddened, almost as if the nonliving blade of grass hindered his spirit.
His mother had laughed, patting Sam on the head. Sam remembered his mother flashing her a great smile that important night. From that moment on, Sam's mother knew inside that her son was a Force-Sensitive; thus, the next morning, Sam was taken to the enclave for an examination. The Council determined his midi-chlorian count was high, being at roughly 14,200.
The Jedi Council, who found nothing wrong with the boy in terms of maturity or age, decided to train him. His mother was thrilled, and left her boy to the academy to train as a Jedi. She returned to her estate, taking up whatever missions the council would give her, and Sam's father remained an earnest farmer.
His youngling training made Sam a keen observer and a wise little child for his age. He studied and practiced hard, making full use out of his potential and natural ability alike. Progressing at a normal pace, Sam almost breezed through his youngling years at a good standing in his class. Never once did Sam cease to try and put forth his best; and sometimes, Sam pushed himself too far to prove his worth to the Jedi.
When he was twelve, Sam was accepted as a padawan and given a Master. His Master was caring and kind, growing into his years well, and was a competent Jedi Master fit for a competent young Jedi Padawan. The two were seemingly made to be good team in the Jedi Order, often being given the more challenging missions posed by the Jedi Council.
Sam's master noticed remarkable growth in the boy, both mentally and emotionally. While Sam was never very physically powerful, he made up for it mentally. He had a quick and sharp mind; further, a mind that was observant and open to surroundings. His Master made good use of Sam's abilities, but Sam himself made more use of his speed, his agility, his natural talent.
When he was 13, Sam's master began instructing Sam on how to create a lightsaber. When he was ready, Sam built his own, based on careful choices towards his future as a Jedi. He built a stable, long, and simple hilt alternating colors of black and silver, and a blue color crystal: that of a Jedi Guardian, what he hoped to become in the future. Pleased with his choices and watched carefully by his Master, Sam constructed his first lightsaber with ease. Sam cherished it both as a tool and as something he himself created, thus, the blade would follow him until his days as a Jedi Knight.
The two grew together in age and in Jedi-Apprentice bond, taking on missions and generally completing them with ease. Through his years as a Padawan, Sam was careful: he never lost a limb or extremity, was never scarred by the slash of an opponent's lightsaber, and never made TOO unwise decisions. His Master was pleased with his growth, and nine years later, the two went on one last mission before the beginning of Sam's trials.
It was Kamino, to be exact; a mission out in the Unknown Regions of space, which luckily, Sam's master was more familiar with. The mission overall went smoothly, but Sam had to face a Dark Jedi on his own for the first time.
Essentially, the mission was to travel to Kamino to eliminate a threat that was blackmailing the Kamino cloners into making clones of a certain soldier. The Jedi Council knew not what the threat was exactly: Dark Jedi, Bounty Hunter, whatever, but they knew it would be dangerous, so they sent Sam and his Master.
Now 21, his Master felt Sam was ready for a test of his own. The two traveled to Kamino where they immediately found the Dark Jedi, and Sam's master retreated back into the facility to let Sam handle the Dark Jedi. Fortunately, Sam did so with ease, but felt remorse after taking the life of another human completely on his own. Almost as if to console himself, Sam took up the necklace of his opponent and wore it around his neck to remind himself that the world and its humans, be they light or dark, were human.
Then Sam hit the age of 22, common Knightship age among the Order. Sam had, upon his birthday, created a lightsaber of a unique and uncommon color, one that was typical of a Dark Jedi rather than a knight of the Light side: purple. In the next few months, Sam trained, and his Master decided it was his time for the Trials: the initiation of a Padawan into a Jedi Knight. Sam, pleased that his master felt him ready, began the trials willingly and wholeheartedly.
First came Sam's Trial of Skill, where his Master jumped quickly at the chance to face his Padawan in a formal duel. Sam, naturally, passed the trial with ease. He did not beat his Master, but was able to withstand most of his Master's attacks, and combat his Force use with equally powered Force use. In some cases during his Trial, Sam outwitted his Master by use of the Force and in other cases out sped his master with quick agility and lightsaber flourishes.
Very pleased with his Padawan, Sam's master allowed him to continue on; to face his Trial of Courage. Sam's master requested it not be a simulation in the Trials Chamber, but rather, a real mission. Accepting the request of the old Jedi Master, the Council allowed Sam to be sent on a solo mission on the planet they were currently on: Dantooine. Sam's mission would be to travel to the caves and recover an Ilum power crystal (which essentially did nothing other than act as a power crystal in the lightsaber of a novice); however, the caves were said to be loaded with bounty hunters and trained Kath hounds alike: therefore a very dangerous and life-threatening mission. The cave itself was one long-abandoned by the enclave, as it was a tedious walk, and most essentially too much trouble when there were other caves in closer proximity.
Against all odds, Sam jumped at the Trial with earnestness. He attempted this trial more carefully than he had intended to, though it was more difficult than Sam first intended. His mind, body, and spirit were tested to extremes. The Bounty Hunters presented a problem to Sam in that their thermal detonators charred part of Sam's left arm (though it was easily repaired upon arrival back to the Enclave). The Kath hounds were no problem when wielding his two lightsabers, and the Bounty Hunters also posed no other threat. Pressing them back further into the cave, Sam trudged forward, pushing himself to his physical limits to keep them back. Eventually, the bounty hunters retreated into the further darkness of the caves, as did the rest of the hounds. When the trial was done, Sam grabbed the Ilum crystal and headed back. Rocked with both fear and a depressed level of righteousness, Sam passed his trial. While it was indeed his most difficult, Sam was happy with himself that he completed it; and moreover, happy he had done so with his life.
Next came his Trial of the Flesh, the only one which Sam initially feared. He was afraid of physically losing a limb or hand or foot, but knew that to become a Jedi Knight, fear could not be shown in the midst of such trials. Trying to remain strong, he approached for his next Trial.
Expecting a harsh treatment or mission to which his physical body would be tested, Sam was proved wrong. When he approached the council, they explained (they lied, indeed) that Sam's master had been killed in battle; that he would never be seen again. Planning to test him at the very moment, they were unable to do so. Sam had simply nodded to them and retreated to meditate. Sam had been in deep mediation, destroying things around the room unconsciously with the Force as he reached out to search for his Master. Eventually he found him, and respectfully approached the Council in two days time.
Sam explained to them that he had been meditating, and against what the Council had told him, that his Master was alive and on the planet. The Council, being pleased, brought Sam's master into the room, and the Jedi Master and Apprentice shared one last moment as a group before they were split from each other. Sam never claimed to understand why the separation hurt so much, though inside he knows it was his attachment to his Master. Showing no signs of mental disturbance or severe emotional distress, the Council told Sam that he had passed his Trial of the Flesh.
Sam then requested that he be given time to meditate. Without telling him, the Council allowed it as the Trial of the Spirit, and they sent him off the a private chamber in the Enclave's basement. Sam merely walked in and sat down, assuming a meditative state of mind, and began to concentrate. He focused himself inward as opposed to what was around him, and searched inside himself to discern the mixed feelings he held in his heart.
The young and conflicted boy saw pictures of himself in the future, on unknown planets, in dark garb... slaying Jedi and civilians alike with crimson blades... he saw the destruction of planets and of loved ones, of his family, and his Master...
Sam had started sweating during his Meditation, but remained focused on what he saw. He grit his teeth and continued, reaching out into the Force for more visions of what he was seeing. He breathed heavily and quickly, but perused his thoughts even more. He saw a horrible version of himself with yellow-colored eyes and pale-colored skin.
Sam's former Master stood outside the chamber with closed eyes, mentally keeping tabs on Sam during this time. Worrying for his former apprentice, the Master broke into a sweat as well. Once he sensed the strife and conflict within the young man had subsided, Sam's former Master slid the door open and peered in to see a concentrated young man, once his obedient Padawan.
Sam, still facing away with folded legs, breathed heavily. He was out of his meditation and trance, but still sweating. "Master," Sam recalled saying regardless of their position now, "I cannot stray from the light." These simple words were the last thing said to his Master before Sam's knighthood, but his Master understood. Leaving the chamber to give Sam more time to concentrate, the Master left his Apprentice for the final time.
When Sam was finished with his inward looking, he stood. He didn't necessarily feel as though his meditation was a formal part of the trial; even so, he felt more accomplished and more apt to become a Jedi Knight. He ascended towards the Council, but did not tell them of his meditations.
Exiting the chamber, Sam proceeded to the Council. The Council was pleased with Sam's training and the passing of his trials, and officially inaugurated him as a Jedi Guardian, now capable of going on missions himself, and taking on tasks and responsibilities for himself. Both Sam and his former master were pleased with the new Knighthood, and Sam left Dantooine on a shuttle to travel space and search for himself for attentively. Leaving the Enclave, his family, and his Master behind for now, Sam left the planet on a long inward search to strengthen his ties to the Light side.
After being gone for about 9 months, Sam returned to Dantooine, where he patiently awaits a new mission or cause for absence from the Council.
Lightsaber:
left hilt: purple
right hilt: blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman 1
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 3
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 2
Body: 6
Sense: 7
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: Force Telekinesis (Not push or pull, but the ability to lift large objects without much physical muscle.)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +3
RP Sample:
He was dead. The abyssal darkness that was death itself gripped the dark jedi like no other; quick, efficient, seemingly painless. And yet, it was not beyond Sam's concern to so quickly end a life. Even so, Sammist Veiss deactivated his lightsaber, reattaching it to his belt. He flicked his left hand with a spark of Force, dragging the saber hilt of the dark jedi just slain into his hand. Igniting it, he awed at the brilliantly deep purple blade buzzing and whizzing and sizzling in the heavy rain of Kamino. Deactivating it, he tossed it back to the ground. There was an eerie feel to it, almost as if it was infused with as much Dark Side energy as its previous wielder.
The almost-Knight looked to his Master for reassurance; almost as though, deep inside, Sam felt it was wrong to take the necklace of his opponent. His master nodded and smiled, insinuating that all was well; that it was okay, that nothing was wrong with the obtainment of an enemy's charm. So easy it was to take his life, yet Sam felt an almost painful remorse for his necklace. Why?
Conflicted, the young man pulled his cloak around him, nodding sincerely to his master. Their shuttle was on another landing pad, so they would have to return through the facility and to the landing pad where they had docked. Without exchanging words, the two Jedi proceeded through the door and removed their hoods, thankful that the rain was gone.
Clouds and fogs of thought filled Sam's mind as he followed his Master. He would begin the trials soon, his master had told him, thus he should be prepared and alert. Sam knew the time would come sooner than later; moreover, it was likely that the trials would take place within a day or so upon returning to Dantooine, his homeland. While he should be calm and prepared, Sam was afraid; afraid of losing, afraid of not being good enough to pass, afraid of not being a good Jedi Knight.
Disregarding these thoughts as a caring eye came from his Master, Sam realized just how close they were to the landing pad. His mind was adrift in the Force, concentrating hard on the things to come, therefore he had become unaware of just where he was. And unfortunately, that was just the thing: he was unaware.
Trying to calm himself, he strode closer to his Master and they exchanged smiles. The door to their shuttle was ahead of them, but it looked as though it was being worked on... Being tampered with, more accurately. Being molested by foreigners who meant harm...
Sam's thoughts came full circle. "I sense a disturbance," he said, turning his eyes to his master. "Malice." The young boy moved his arms within his cloak, finding comfort in his lightsaber handle, shining, slick, and tactile in his hand.
His Master merely chuckled. "Indeed. Do not be so quick to draw arms, Sammy." His Master, more confident than the apprentice, proceeded through the glass door out into the rain, drawing his hood above his head. His eyes masked in darkness, he approached the unknown beings.
"What exactly are you doing?" The Master called out in a calm but loud voice, as to present a tone louder than the pounding rain of Kamino. His keen eyes darted between the three individuals, all of which perked up attentive and green ears towards him... Rodains. "Be wary," the Master said to Sam, pulling open his cloak ever so slightly. Sam saw the glittering silver of his Master's blade and he gulped deeply.
The rodians dropped their tools and reached instead for blasters, not ever hesitating to immediately open fire onto the two Jedi. Without exchanging looks, Sam and his master drew arms. Sam, knowing that he picked up another weapon, thought about using it; even so, the young man knew he had no experience with two blades yet, therefore he reached for his trusty blue blade. He pulled the hilt forth, ignited it, and pulled it in front of him in a clumsy block, hitting two blaster bolts out of his path. The cerulean blue blade waved in an arc, and Sam was relieved. One shot off into the air, the other hit part of the platform near the furthest left Rodian.
Scared, the three aliens jumped to their feet and behind the Jedis' shuttle, attempting to draw them towards it. Realizing this, Sam and his Master used to Forge, powering it through their legs and allowing it to flow into their feet, leaped high into the air and over the shuttle. Simultaneously, they deactivated their lightsabers, and summoned a wave of Force through their arms, sending the Rodians off the platform and into the wild, raging ocean below.
His Master nodded to Sam, and they reattached their lightsabers. Silently, his Master strode to where the Rodians had been working and examined the hull of the shuttle. He 'hmm'ed quietly and scratched his chin absentmindedly. He turned to Sam, meeting his eyes, and the Padawan carefully walked next to him. His Master stood, and spoke loudly over the rain, "Looks like there's no real damage. From the looks of things, it should get us back home... but then it'll need some work."
Accepting only his Master's word, the two Jedi strode onto the ship. Sam sat in the passenger's side cockpit, and his Master sat in the main cockpit, checking all the systems. Within minutes, the two Jedi were off into space, headed home for Dantooine.
