Post by Casual on Dec 20, 2010 0:14:33 GMT -5
Name: Bemek Declar Forian
Race: Amaran
Age: 28
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 180 lb
Appearance:
Weird robey things, multiple tails (he's only got one), magical stuff, long claws both hand and feet aside, this is an apt depiction of Bemek. He is a lythe, strong and intimidating individual.
This is the typical garb, that Bem wears when undercover. The undershirt is typically a black while the jacket itself is predominantly dark green aside from the padding. It's also more built for the Amaran's body type, and not a Duros.
Fur is representative and his eyes are green. This is actually quite a good representation of how I pictured him.
Personality:
Forced to adapt after displayed aptitude as a Shadow, Bemek learned what he needed to survive without blowing his cover quickly. Though clumsy when unfocused, he works magnificently under pressure. He can be smooth and "cool" under fire, thus he's accomplished in the realm of charming and persuasion, the Force only compounds this. He's talked his way out of and into more situations than he cares to remember. His idle clumsiness while in difficult situations has always had a need for the almost "alter ego" he is forced to adopt.
When in general and friendly atmosphere he is a determined champion for justice. He's seen to much of the world outside not to be. It has twisted him and forced him to take the policy that if he does not stand strong on the Jedi Code and for the light, he will fall too easily.
This in conjunction with his clumsy, jocular and charming self, creates a gregarious individual. He's always the sociable type no matter his environment. He tends to be constantly optimistic and serious when the situation demands. Clumsy is used in the sense not of grace, but of tact. A poor choice of words or a misguided/misinterpreted action could be this form of lack of tact. He is quite graceful.
It might be important to note also that his "clumsiness" is not considered by the Jedi in his ability to be a shadow, as his results most always yield success. If they hadn't he wouldn't exactly be alive.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight - Shadow
Bio:
Bemek Declar Forian was born to Resse and Denia Forian on the planet Coruscant. It was in the hospital that a midi-chlorian check revealed the child to be Force-sensitive. His parents were filled with the bittersweet emotions that all loving parents of Jedi children feel.
Resse and Denia raised him as best they could with the three years they had, making certain they would be giving the Jedi the best boy they could. In that young age they tried their best to instill values in Bemek. Of course, at such a young age, they could only do so much for him, but they loved and cherished him all the same.
So the time soon came when Bemek had to leave, it was difficult at his age to fully grasp what was happening, but somehow he knew it was for the best.
Bemek loved every bit of the Jedi youngling life. He took to each of its aspects with wonder and awe. Age only seemed to strengthen the allure of all there was to learn, from the Force to what limited lightsaber training he was receiving. The Jedi Code held a place in his heart, as well. It was his guide, his tie to moral understanding and truth. He began to base every and all decisions he faced in life on that Code and all its sub-doctrines. History, general teaching and hand to hand combat. He loved it all. He wasn't particularly skilled in any one area, staying afloat as the median for each of his classes, he simply couldn't choose any one thing over the other, with the exception of the Code and the justice it required.
Justice. That was quite possibly the one the thing that he would have cherished above all other things. Perhaps it was that had parents had indeed taught him well in the time they had, or that he just naturally, in his own personality, had that desire within him to administer justice. Or perhaps it was the multiple holovids and historical stories of evil either prevailing or causing the damage it caused in conjunction with his love of the Code. Whatever it was, Bemek knew that if were ever to stand for something, even at that young age of ten, it would be for justice.
At the age of eleven, he was still middle of the class, with his only distinguishing factor being his upstanding behavior and desire for justice, as mentioned. This was enough, however, to a thirty-something Jedi Knight human named Marcus Belamont. He had a passion for justice as well, and was constantly finding himself on missions for it. He had never accepted a padawan, yet, and decided at his age, it would be now or never. A practitioner of Soresu and highly skilled in protective Force techniques, he was a Sentinel riding the line of Consular.
Marcus's drive for missions didn't cease while he had his padawan. In fact, for him, as Bemek became increasingly skilled, more opportunities opened up to him, being that one who had been solo was now a duo. This hands-on training, while joined with Temple-training, became the most effective way for Bemek to learn. He picked up and understood things much more clearly through the hands on method. Now that he was out and about in the galaxy, things were much clearer to him. The galaxy's injustice and nature became tangible to him.
Diplomatic missions taught him how to act and speak as a Jedi, as well as a friend or negotiator. Capture missions taught him how to handle confrontation and danger. Towards the end of his padawanship, Dark Jedi hunts would teach him the element of the Dark Side, the Jedi's counterpart, and what must be done to handle them. Each mission had its lesson, and they went on many. When the two did not attend missions, they were focusing on Soresu, Force protective abilities such as deflection and Tutaminis, (which Marcus was quite adept with) and hand to hand combat. Marcus taught that a Jedi could easily find himself in a position where he cannot use the Force or a lightsaber, unarmed or weapon-based combat would save their life. So with Broken Gate, he had built his own techniques, nothing too exceptional, but quite effective, to say the least. It was beyond what most Jedi were taught.
It was during this time that Bemek found the one thing that could potentially sway him, but never would, from the Code: Puberty. It hit him like a sack of bricks. He began to see the opposite gender through different eyes, and because of this and his quick learning and adapting nature, he soon became a smooth talker and quite the charmer. However, he was Jedi, and through his Master and his very nature and affinity for the Jedi Code, he overcame the inner desires he had, and instead settled for the simple joy of talk and charm. Little did he know how such a skill would begin to mold him and grow to something he could never have expected.
The movement of life progressed simply aside from this. Up until Bemek was 20 years old. He had not accomplished one Trial yet. It was with this understanding that he set out with Marcus on another mission, this one with an understood element of danger. It would be Marcus, Bemek and another Master and his young padawan responding to the call from Taris about a Dark Jedi and a possible apprentice of his subjugating a small town to their will. The team was responsible for the capture of this Dark Jedi and his apprentice.
When they arrived on planet, because the town in question was did not have a spaceport, they would have to take speederbikes. They arrived to find the town shut down. Doors and windows were closed everywhere. They made their way towards the town square, keeping their senses as keen as they could for any sign of danger. When they reached the center of town, none of them (with the exception of one) could be prepared for what happened next. Suddenly, the Master turned and quickly beheaded his - at most - thirteen year old padawan, and in the same motion, attempted to strike down Marcus. Marcus was too prepared, however and deflected the attack. Just as Bemek recovered from the shock of what he just witnessed, a Dark Jedi made his presence in the Force known and leaped from behind debris on a rooftop at Bemek. A heavy battle ensued.
The only thing truly keeping Bemek alive against this formidable and much more skilled foe was his skill in Soresu, which he'd hoped would be enough. The trouble was, as long as he continued with the form, he would make no progress and eventually wear himself out. Marcus was faring almost similarly, though he was slightly more skilled than his Makashi-utilizing opponent. The battle went on for a solid five-minutes, they were too engrossed in battle to speak or question the Jedi who'd betrayed them, no damage beyond a slight burn taken by Bemek was taken. It was then that Marcus managed to find a hole in his opponent's defense and he let loose a Force push on him, sending him into a wall, before the Jedi could react and save himself, his head hit the wall and he blacked out. Bemek noticed this, and in so doing, let his own guard down temporarily, allowing the Dark Jedi to do as Marcus had done. Bemek went flying back, but with no wall behind him, he toppled over rough ground for a good 100 yards. Marcus took this opportunity to attack the Dark Jedi, who had yet another trick up his sleeve. As Marcus made the jump towards him, the Dark Jedi procured a detonator and activated it.
The ground where the Jedi and Marcus had been combating erupted in a chaotic fireball. The explosion taking Marcus's leg and the Jedi with it. The traitorous Jedi had intended for the fight to be held where it was. Bemek could feel the pain ripple through the Force, and he quickly got up and rushed to the aid of his fallen Master as quick as he could. Marcus was now fighting from the ground with Soresu as best he could and Bemek could tell he was pouring the Force into every orifice of his body to keep that lethal blow from landing. Bemek arrived just in time to leap his blade into the oncoming red deathblow of the Dark Jedi's lightsaber. The twor recommenced battle as Marcus caught his breath and attempted to heal what he could of his leg through the Force. His presence was faint in the Force, he had used every bit of it he had in him to survive and was struggling to simply stay alive at this point. He needed medical attention fast. Bemek was trapped, however. His only skill was Soresu, and defense would not save his Master. The Dark Jedi struck again and again in his proficient Makashi, coming close to landing a blow time and time again. It was when Bemek made a mistake and the Dark Jedi threw an unexpected malicious blow upwards, causing Bemek to unhand his lightsaber that everyone's breath was held.
In the same movement, Bemek leaped back to avoid the strike that could have killed him, but with that, it took all his focus to dodge, there would be no way he could survive another swing without a lightsaber. The Dark Jedi made his move, bringing his blade down. The two stood but about ten feet from Marcus as this happened, which would explain how a spinning sky blue lightsaber caught the Dark Jedi's lightsaber arm as it made its descent. The timing made it possible for Bemek to duck under the slower falling red lightsaber and Force pull his own weapon to him and bring it to the neck of the wounded Dark Jedi. He turned to look at his Master who'd saved him, only to find him slowly fading away and becoming one with the Force. He'd used up what life and Force he had left to save Bemek's life, and Bemek didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. During the fight, Marcus had pulled out his communicator and called for help from the Republic transport that awaited them in orbit. The communicator was left behind from Marcus and was buzzing that forces were closing in on the town. Bemek was faced with a choice.
He could kill the man who had in some way manipulated a Jedi into killing his own padawan, how he didn't even know, and it didn't matter what the Jedi had been previously seduced with, but he was tainted long before they'd arrived. He could kill this man who'd slain his Master, his friend, his companion of almost ten years. Or he could keep to the Jedi Code. He could keep from killing this unarmed man and not allow emotion to control him. No one would know out here. No one would have to find out that he killed the Dark Jedi. Surely his decision wouldn't even be looked down upon. But as he held his green lightsaber, the lightsaber he'd constructed himself only four years ago for the purpose of the preservation of justice, he knew that his decision would follow him forever. He did not kill the Dark Jedi and in mere minutes, the Republic forces arrived and apprehended the man. None of them had expected a turn of events like this.
Bemek Forian reported what had transpired to the Council. They were shocked, but also remarked that Bemek had accomplished his Trail of Courage, Trial of Flesh and Trial of Skill with this endeavor, this was told at the proper time of course. He still required the Trial of Spirit if he were to become a knight, and the Council was willing to allow him, a Masterless Padawan, to graduate into Knighthood should he pass this Trial. They dismissed him, knowing that the Trial would surely come in the form of his coming to peace with what has transpired. Even though he proved to have overcome the darkness within himself, as is expected through the Trial of Spirit, they needed to make certain that he knew he had made the right choice. It was not hard for them to see this within him as he stood before them in the Council chamber.
After six months of meditation, visits to the archives, and occasional sparring to stay sharp, Bemek came to peace with what had happened. He understood it for what it was and that he had done what was required of him. He had stuck to the Jedi Code through and through, and now... he was accepted as a Jedi Knight at the age of 21.
A shocked and emotionally crippled Jedi should have been what the Council expected of one who was such an upbeat prodigy for justice and Light that had his feet kicked out from under him. Instead, what they got was an even more resilient champion for justice. When Bemek got up from his fall, he got up taller (allegorical jsyk). He was now even more of a charmer, optimist and desired even more justice, but with his recent revelations, it was well known that this was not a vengeance seeking justice, or a misguided one at all. It was thoroughly aimed at the justice expected through the Jedi Code. Needless to say, the Council was again impressed with Bemek's resilience and ability to adapt.
He took on whatever missions he could, and held a particular fondness for those that involved Dark Jedi. He never once took on a padawan, preferring to go it alone as his Master once did. He spent what time he wasn't on missions either chatting it up with friends or ladies in the mess hall or in meditation. Occasionally he would spar with both lightsaber and unarmed and learn from whoever would teach him the form of Niman, he needed another form that did not focus on defense, as much as he loved Soresu, it could be impractical at times, and he needed a form that was as adaptive as he was. He found it in Niman. During missions, he would practice Force protection abilities when he had the chance and apply them best he could.
Missions he would find himself on, he would most always fall into some kind of trouble at least once during the mission, only to recover tactfully and effectively, sometimes, his recovery would even be a blessing. Such cases as saying the wrong thing to a droid repairman only to charm his way out of it and have the man reveal something he shouldn't have. Events like this would occur in such ways that had he not made his blunder, certain doors would not have opened to him.
The efficiency, however, was never lost in his missions. It was the no-nonsense attitude he tackled them with that got them done, and the boyish, bottled-optimistic blunders that made it... fun? Worthwhile? Interesting. Yes, that is the word for it, interesting. The results could not be denied. The more he found Dark Jedi and succeeded against them, the more missions the Council gave him concerning them. That is, the bold ones at least. Soon he began to understand them well and how he should conduct himself on them, but he was no Shadow. This continued for four years, that was when the Council called upon him.
At first he was concerned, they had never called him into the Chambers directly since the death of his master. They told him that they were seeing some incredible things from him. That he was quite skilled and was being considered for a position as one of the few Jedi Shadows. They wanted to test him first, through training. They wanted to see if he could succeed in becoming such a key tool in the battle against the Dark side.
He was instructed to meet with a Jedi Master who had been a Shadow for ten years. His name was Treveer Remlock, a Bith who was a master of Force Concealment. The year long training was harsh, and gave Bemek little free time and no missions. The goals were simple. He would train in melee weapons other than lightsabers, he would learn Force Concealment, more advanced Jedi mind manipulation, how to pilot small craft and he would learn how to properly investigate. The rest would be up to him by trial and error. The amount of pressure Remlock placed on him was immense. It was just what Bem (now his nickname) needed. He accomplished these tasks in his own way, his ability to adapt never failing him. Force Concealment, being such an advanced tactic would have proven all but impossible to learn had he not lost his master and faced that radical surge of emotion for those six long months. He found that he could find the darkness easier, and bring it to his presence. The Force seemed to find a cruel irony in turning mistakes or pain into good for Bemek, and he, in response, kept his natural optimism close. At the end of the year, he was brought with Master Remlock before the Council and they interviewed him and Remlock to ascertain whether or not he would be a Shadow. Bemek knew throughout the that long year the investment the Council was making in training him to become a Shadow, but so did the Council. The Council, however, knew something Bem did not realize, and that was just how much he thrived under pressure and how his state of mind was exactly what they needed of a Shadow who could survive the environments he'd find himself in. They approved him of the new position.
Both Bem and the Council now had what they wanted. Bem could be the instrument of justice he'd dreamed of being since he was a youngling, and the Council had a new Shadow to replace on whom they had recently lost. Master Remlock even got what he wanted, as he was seeking approval to become an instructor, his own personal faults keeping the Council uneasy about such a decision. They now approved him of it, and he could now instruct on certain aspects of Force Senses. This, however, is neither here nor there in Bem's story.
For the next three years, Bem was sent on various missions to hunt down and either capture or kill certain Dark Jedi. His longest mission lasting him eight months. One such mission happened to be his second, where he was to bring down a fight club of sorts led by a Dark Jedi. In order to even meet the Dark Jedi, he would have to become an accomplished fighter in their circle. It took him four months to earn the title, living in slums and learning whatever dirty fighting trick the renegade slumdogs would teach him with what time he wasn't spending in the arena. In so doing, he combined these tricks, Master Belamont's style and Broken Gate into his own form that he dubbed "Street." When the time came that the Dark Jedi would watch him compete, he would recognize the bits of Broken Gate within Bem's fighting strategy, and come down to the blaster-proofed windowed closed arena to speak with Bem. Again, Bem's mistake led him to charm his way out of it. This time, however, it was with the receiving end of a lightsaber. He had known that the Dark Jedi had given his lightsaber to the Council when he fell, and that he had not constructed a new one, favoring vibroblades, through his sources, the Council and other scraps of information, however, had also been given the go ahead to kill this Dark Jedi, rather than capture him. His capture would rouse the slums to revolt, the Council knew, but if Bem killed the man with a green lightsaber such as his own, those in audience could speculate a fallen Jedi or some such notion, and would instead have the fight club dissipated. He succeeded.
Bem progressed magnificently. By the age of 28, he was accepted as a full and accomplished Jedi Shadow, among the median tier of the few Shadows the "Council employed." He could take whatever the Council threw at him, so long as they remained singe or duo unorganized or semi-organized Dark Jedi. Because missions were far and in-between and when he was on missions, they were for the long haul, he had many times where he would have long idle periods in the temple. It was during these times that he continued to practice with melee weaponry, perfect his "Street" form and practice Force protective abilities such as Tutaminis, which he found that he used almost constantly when in the field, be it to absorb blaster bolts or Force Lightning when facing Dark Jedi, it became something he relied on heavily. He would also keep his Soresu honed and finally master and hone Niman. In down time, when he would unwind, he could be found, as always, charming the lady folk or occasionally meditating, which he found himself only ever doing while in transit. He owned no ship of his own, but flew whatever the Council chose to give him. It was at that age of 28, though, that Bem came to terms with exactly what he was and the cause he was a part of. It was at this age that Bemek Declar Forian was determined to be the most hardened, optimistic and charming Jedi Shadow the Jedi had ever seen... or not seen.
Lightsaber: Single-phase
Color: Standard green
This is Bemek's simple lightsaber, nothing special. As a Shadow, he only has it with him when the situation demands.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi ---
Soresu 4
Ataru ---
Shien / Djem So ---
>>Sub-form Backhanded ---
Niman 2
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo ---
Double Bladed Combat ---
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Force Concealment
Force Persuasion
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 6
Body: 4
Sense: 7
Protection: 7
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Piloting
Street "Fighter"
Proficient with most vehicles
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Force Attunement:
+5
RP Sample:
So... you come here often?
Bem asked the little fallen Jedi lady in the cantina. He knew she was a fallen Jedi, and that she was stirring up trouble where she needn't be. He was assigned to capture her. All she knew was that she was being hit on by an attractive, imposing Amaran spacer.
And how many times have you used that line today?
It was true, he'd been in that canina all day, waiting for her to show up. She probably "knew" this from the amount of emptied glasses in front of him. None of them were his.
One, but if it keeps you in that seat, I'll ask it again.
Clever fox - his tail bristled at the use of the word - And what might it take for you to leave me alone?
Let's see. How about dinner?
I don't know about that, because that way, I'm only rid of you until then...
Well, think of it this way, for that time you can use that time to improve your beauty, after all, you clearly need it.
Color rushed to her face, as she lifted her drink an prepared to pour it on him, however in her flustered state and with a slight prod of the Force, a certain paper fell from within the lady's outer jacket pocket. A certain paper with the words:
"The spice is packed. Meet us at the docks at ... "
As he sidestepped the cascading contents of the upturned glass, he quickly grabbed the paper.
What's this you've got here?
The all-too familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber reverberated in the cantina. It was purple. Cute.
You will hand that to me nice and easy if you know what's good for you
Suddenly, Bem released the concealment on his Force presence as well as ignited his own lightsaber after withdrawing it from his inside jacket pocket. He was a good seven feet from the fallen Jedi after having stepped back in what what was well-acted shock.
Gotcha.
Race: Amaran
Age: 28
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 180 lb
Appearance:
Weird robey things, multiple tails (he's only got one), magical stuff, long claws both hand and feet aside, this is an apt depiction of Bemek. He is a lythe, strong and intimidating individual.
This is the typical garb, that Bem wears when undercover. The undershirt is typically a black while the jacket itself is predominantly dark green aside from the padding. It's also more built for the Amaran's body type, and not a Duros.
Fur is representative and his eyes are green. This is actually quite a good representation of how I pictured him.
Personality:
Forced to adapt after displayed aptitude as a Shadow, Bemek learned what he needed to survive without blowing his cover quickly. Though clumsy when unfocused, he works magnificently under pressure. He can be smooth and "cool" under fire, thus he's accomplished in the realm of charming and persuasion, the Force only compounds this. He's talked his way out of and into more situations than he cares to remember. His idle clumsiness while in difficult situations has always had a need for the almost "alter ego" he is forced to adopt.
When in general and friendly atmosphere he is a determined champion for justice. He's seen to much of the world outside not to be. It has twisted him and forced him to take the policy that if he does not stand strong on the Jedi Code and for the light, he will fall too easily.
This in conjunction with his clumsy, jocular and charming self, creates a gregarious individual. He's always the sociable type no matter his environment. He tends to be constantly optimistic and serious when the situation demands. Clumsy is used in the sense not of grace, but of tact. A poor choice of words or a misguided/misinterpreted action could be this form of lack of tact. He is quite graceful.
It might be important to note also that his "clumsiness" is not considered by the Jedi in his ability to be a shadow, as his results most always yield success. If they hadn't he wouldn't exactly be alive.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight - Shadow
Bio:
It Starts
[/b]Birth to Age 3
Bemek Declar Forian was born to Resse and Denia Forian on the planet Coruscant. It was in the hospital that a midi-chlorian check revealed the child to be Force-sensitive. His parents were filled with the bittersweet emotions that all loving parents of Jedi children feel.
Resse and Denia raised him as best they could with the three years they had, making certain they would be giving the Jedi the best boy they could. In that young age they tried their best to instill values in Bemek. Of course, at such a young age, they could only do so much for him, but they loved and cherished him all the same.
So the time soon came when Bemek had to leave, it was difficult at his age to fully grasp what was happening, but somehow he knew it was for the best.
Youngling
[/b]Ages 3 to 11
Bemek loved every bit of the Jedi youngling life. He took to each of its aspects with wonder and awe. Age only seemed to strengthen the allure of all there was to learn, from the Force to what limited lightsaber training he was receiving. The Jedi Code held a place in his heart, as well. It was his guide, his tie to moral understanding and truth. He began to base every and all decisions he faced in life on that Code and all its sub-doctrines. History, general teaching and hand to hand combat. He loved it all. He wasn't particularly skilled in any one area, staying afloat as the median for each of his classes, he simply couldn't choose any one thing over the other, with the exception of the Code and the justice it required.
Justice. That was quite possibly the one the thing that he would have cherished above all other things. Perhaps it was that had parents had indeed taught him well in the time they had, or that he just naturally, in his own personality, had that desire within him to administer justice. Or perhaps it was the multiple holovids and historical stories of evil either prevailing or causing the damage it caused in conjunction with his love of the Code. Whatever it was, Bemek knew that if were ever to stand for something, even at that young age of ten, it would be for justice.
At the age of eleven, he was still middle of the class, with his only distinguishing factor being his upstanding behavior and desire for justice, as mentioned. This was enough, however, to a thirty-something Jedi Knight human named Marcus Belamont. He had a passion for justice as well, and was constantly finding himself on missions for it. He had never accepted a padawan, yet, and decided at his age, it would be now or never. A practitioner of Soresu and highly skilled in protective Force techniques, he was a Sentinel riding the line of Consular.
Padawan
[/b]Ages 11 to 21
Marcus's drive for missions didn't cease while he had his padawan. In fact, for him, as Bemek became increasingly skilled, more opportunities opened up to him, being that one who had been solo was now a duo. This hands-on training, while joined with Temple-training, became the most effective way for Bemek to learn. He picked up and understood things much more clearly through the hands on method. Now that he was out and about in the galaxy, things were much clearer to him. The galaxy's injustice and nature became tangible to him.
Diplomatic missions taught him how to act and speak as a Jedi, as well as a friend or negotiator. Capture missions taught him how to handle confrontation and danger. Towards the end of his padawanship, Dark Jedi hunts would teach him the element of the Dark Side, the Jedi's counterpart, and what must be done to handle them. Each mission had its lesson, and they went on many. When the two did not attend missions, they were focusing on Soresu, Force protective abilities such as deflection and Tutaminis, (which Marcus was quite adept with) and hand to hand combat. Marcus taught that a Jedi could easily find himself in a position where he cannot use the Force or a lightsaber, unarmed or weapon-based combat would save their life. So with Broken Gate, he had built his own techniques, nothing too exceptional, but quite effective, to say the least. It was beyond what most Jedi were taught.
It was during this time that Bemek found the one thing that could potentially sway him, but never would, from the Code: Puberty. It hit him like a sack of bricks. He began to see the opposite gender through different eyes, and because of this and his quick learning and adapting nature, he soon became a smooth talker and quite the charmer. However, he was Jedi, and through his Master and his very nature and affinity for the Jedi Code, he overcame the inner desires he had, and instead settled for the simple joy of talk and charm. Little did he know how such a skill would begin to mold him and grow to something he could never have expected.
The movement of life progressed simply aside from this. Up until Bemek was 20 years old. He had not accomplished one Trial yet. It was with this understanding that he set out with Marcus on another mission, this one with an understood element of danger. It would be Marcus, Bemek and another Master and his young padawan responding to the call from Taris about a Dark Jedi and a possible apprentice of his subjugating a small town to their will. The team was responsible for the capture of this Dark Jedi and his apprentice.
When they arrived on planet, because the town in question was did not have a spaceport, they would have to take speederbikes. They arrived to find the town shut down. Doors and windows were closed everywhere. They made their way towards the town square, keeping their senses as keen as they could for any sign of danger. When they reached the center of town, none of them (with the exception of one) could be prepared for what happened next. Suddenly, the Master turned and quickly beheaded his - at most - thirteen year old padawan, and in the same motion, attempted to strike down Marcus. Marcus was too prepared, however and deflected the attack. Just as Bemek recovered from the shock of what he just witnessed, a Dark Jedi made his presence in the Force known and leaped from behind debris on a rooftop at Bemek. A heavy battle ensued.
The only thing truly keeping Bemek alive against this formidable and much more skilled foe was his skill in Soresu, which he'd hoped would be enough. The trouble was, as long as he continued with the form, he would make no progress and eventually wear himself out. Marcus was faring almost similarly, though he was slightly more skilled than his Makashi-utilizing opponent. The battle went on for a solid five-minutes, they were too engrossed in battle to speak or question the Jedi who'd betrayed them, no damage beyond a slight burn taken by Bemek was taken. It was then that Marcus managed to find a hole in his opponent's defense and he let loose a Force push on him, sending him into a wall, before the Jedi could react and save himself, his head hit the wall and he blacked out. Bemek noticed this, and in so doing, let his own guard down temporarily, allowing the Dark Jedi to do as Marcus had done. Bemek went flying back, but with no wall behind him, he toppled over rough ground for a good 100 yards. Marcus took this opportunity to attack the Dark Jedi, who had yet another trick up his sleeve. As Marcus made the jump towards him, the Dark Jedi procured a detonator and activated it.
The ground where the Jedi and Marcus had been combating erupted in a chaotic fireball. The explosion taking Marcus's leg and the Jedi with it. The traitorous Jedi had intended for the fight to be held where it was. Bemek could feel the pain ripple through the Force, and he quickly got up and rushed to the aid of his fallen Master as quick as he could. Marcus was now fighting from the ground with Soresu as best he could and Bemek could tell he was pouring the Force into every orifice of his body to keep that lethal blow from landing. Bemek arrived just in time to leap his blade into the oncoming red deathblow of the Dark Jedi's lightsaber. The twor recommenced battle as Marcus caught his breath and attempted to heal what he could of his leg through the Force. His presence was faint in the Force, he had used every bit of it he had in him to survive and was struggling to simply stay alive at this point. He needed medical attention fast. Bemek was trapped, however. His only skill was Soresu, and defense would not save his Master. The Dark Jedi struck again and again in his proficient Makashi, coming close to landing a blow time and time again. It was when Bemek made a mistake and the Dark Jedi threw an unexpected malicious blow upwards, causing Bemek to unhand his lightsaber that everyone's breath was held.
In the same movement, Bemek leaped back to avoid the strike that could have killed him, but with that, it took all his focus to dodge, there would be no way he could survive another swing without a lightsaber. The Dark Jedi made his move, bringing his blade down. The two stood but about ten feet from Marcus as this happened, which would explain how a spinning sky blue lightsaber caught the Dark Jedi's lightsaber arm as it made its descent. The timing made it possible for Bemek to duck under the slower falling red lightsaber and Force pull his own weapon to him and bring it to the neck of the wounded Dark Jedi. He turned to look at his Master who'd saved him, only to find him slowly fading away and becoming one with the Force. He'd used up what life and Force he had left to save Bemek's life, and Bemek didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. During the fight, Marcus had pulled out his communicator and called for help from the Republic transport that awaited them in orbit. The communicator was left behind from Marcus and was buzzing that forces were closing in on the town. Bemek was faced with a choice.
He could kill the man who had in some way manipulated a Jedi into killing his own padawan, how he didn't even know, and it didn't matter what the Jedi had been previously seduced with, but he was tainted long before they'd arrived. He could kill this man who'd slain his Master, his friend, his companion of almost ten years. Or he could keep to the Jedi Code. He could keep from killing this unarmed man and not allow emotion to control him. No one would know out here. No one would have to find out that he killed the Dark Jedi. Surely his decision wouldn't even be looked down upon. But as he held his green lightsaber, the lightsaber he'd constructed himself only four years ago for the purpose of the preservation of justice, he knew that his decision would follow him forever. He did not kill the Dark Jedi and in mere minutes, the Republic forces arrived and apprehended the man. None of them had expected a turn of events like this.
Bemek Forian reported what had transpired to the Council. They were shocked, but also remarked that Bemek had accomplished his Trail of Courage, Trial of Flesh and Trial of Skill with this endeavor, this was told at the proper time of course. He still required the Trial of Spirit if he were to become a knight, and the Council was willing to allow him, a Masterless Padawan, to graduate into Knighthood should he pass this Trial. They dismissed him, knowing that the Trial would surely come in the form of his coming to peace with what has transpired. Even though he proved to have overcome the darkness within himself, as is expected through the Trial of Spirit, they needed to make certain that he knew he had made the right choice. It was not hard for them to see this within him as he stood before them in the Council chamber.
After six months of meditation, visits to the archives, and occasional sparring to stay sharp, Bemek came to peace with what had happened. He understood it for what it was and that he had done what was required of him. He had stuck to the Jedi Code through and through, and now... he was accepted as a Jedi Knight at the age of 21.
Knighthood
[/b]Ages 21 to 24
A shocked and emotionally crippled Jedi should have been what the Council expected of one who was such an upbeat prodigy for justice and Light that had his feet kicked out from under him. Instead, what they got was an even more resilient champion for justice. When Bemek got up from his fall, he got up taller (allegorical jsyk). He was now even more of a charmer, optimist and desired even more justice, but with his recent revelations, it was well known that this was not a vengeance seeking justice, or a misguided one at all. It was thoroughly aimed at the justice expected through the Jedi Code. Needless to say, the Council was again impressed with Bemek's resilience and ability to adapt.
He took on whatever missions he could, and held a particular fondness for those that involved Dark Jedi. He never once took on a padawan, preferring to go it alone as his Master once did. He spent what time he wasn't on missions either chatting it up with friends or ladies in the mess hall or in meditation. Occasionally he would spar with both lightsaber and unarmed and learn from whoever would teach him the form of Niman, he needed another form that did not focus on defense, as much as he loved Soresu, it could be impractical at times, and he needed a form that was as adaptive as he was. He found it in Niman. During missions, he would practice Force protection abilities when he had the chance and apply them best he could.
Missions he would find himself on, he would most always fall into some kind of trouble at least once during the mission, only to recover tactfully and effectively, sometimes, his recovery would even be a blessing. Such cases as saying the wrong thing to a droid repairman only to charm his way out of it and have the man reveal something he shouldn't have. Events like this would occur in such ways that had he not made his blunder, certain doors would not have opened to him.
The efficiency, however, was never lost in his missions. It was the no-nonsense attitude he tackled them with that got them done, and the boyish, bottled-optimistic blunders that made it... fun? Worthwhile? Interesting. Yes, that is the word for it, interesting. The results could not be denied. The more he found Dark Jedi and succeeded against them, the more missions the Council gave him concerning them. That is, the bold ones at least. Soon he began to understand them well and how he should conduct himself on them, but he was no Shadow. This continued for four years, that was when the Council called upon him.
Shadow
[/b]Ages 24 to 28
At first he was concerned, they had never called him into the Chambers directly since the death of his master. They told him that they were seeing some incredible things from him. That he was quite skilled and was being considered for a position as one of the few Jedi Shadows. They wanted to test him first, through training. They wanted to see if he could succeed in becoming such a key tool in the battle against the Dark side.
He was instructed to meet with a Jedi Master who had been a Shadow for ten years. His name was Treveer Remlock, a Bith who was a master of Force Concealment. The year long training was harsh, and gave Bemek little free time and no missions. The goals were simple. He would train in melee weapons other than lightsabers, he would learn Force Concealment, more advanced Jedi mind manipulation, how to pilot small craft and he would learn how to properly investigate. The rest would be up to him by trial and error. The amount of pressure Remlock placed on him was immense. It was just what Bem (now his nickname) needed. He accomplished these tasks in his own way, his ability to adapt never failing him. Force Concealment, being such an advanced tactic would have proven all but impossible to learn had he not lost his master and faced that radical surge of emotion for those six long months. He found that he could find the darkness easier, and bring it to his presence. The Force seemed to find a cruel irony in turning mistakes or pain into good for Bemek, and he, in response, kept his natural optimism close. At the end of the year, he was brought with Master Remlock before the Council and they interviewed him and Remlock to ascertain whether or not he would be a Shadow. Bemek knew throughout the that long year the investment the Council was making in training him to become a Shadow, but so did the Council. The Council, however, knew something Bem did not realize, and that was just how much he thrived under pressure and how his state of mind was exactly what they needed of a Shadow who could survive the environments he'd find himself in. They approved him of the new position.
Both Bem and the Council now had what they wanted. Bem could be the instrument of justice he'd dreamed of being since he was a youngling, and the Council had a new Shadow to replace on whom they had recently lost. Master Remlock even got what he wanted, as he was seeking approval to become an instructor, his own personal faults keeping the Council uneasy about such a decision. They now approved him of it, and he could now instruct on certain aspects of Force Senses. This, however, is neither here nor there in Bem's story.
For the next three years, Bem was sent on various missions to hunt down and either capture or kill certain Dark Jedi. His longest mission lasting him eight months. One such mission happened to be his second, where he was to bring down a fight club of sorts led by a Dark Jedi. In order to even meet the Dark Jedi, he would have to become an accomplished fighter in their circle. It took him four months to earn the title, living in slums and learning whatever dirty fighting trick the renegade slumdogs would teach him with what time he wasn't spending in the arena. In so doing, he combined these tricks, Master Belamont's style and Broken Gate into his own form that he dubbed "Street." When the time came that the Dark Jedi would watch him compete, he would recognize the bits of Broken Gate within Bem's fighting strategy, and come down to the blaster-proofed windowed closed arena to speak with Bem. Again, Bem's mistake led him to charm his way out of it. This time, however, it was with the receiving end of a lightsaber. He had known that the Dark Jedi had given his lightsaber to the Council when he fell, and that he had not constructed a new one, favoring vibroblades, through his sources, the Council and other scraps of information, however, had also been given the go ahead to kill this Dark Jedi, rather than capture him. His capture would rouse the slums to revolt, the Council knew, but if Bem killed the man with a green lightsaber such as his own, those in audience could speculate a fallen Jedi or some such notion, and would instead have the fight club dissipated. He succeeded.
Bem progressed magnificently. By the age of 28, he was accepted as a full and accomplished Jedi Shadow, among the median tier of the few Shadows the "Council employed." He could take whatever the Council threw at him, so long as they remained singe or duo unorganized or semi-organized Dark Jedi. Because missions were far and in-between and when he was on missions, they were for the long haul, he had many times where he would have long idle periods in the temple. It was during these times that he continued to practice with melee weaponry, perfect his "Street" form and practice Force protective abilities such as Tutaminis, which he found that he used almost constantly when in the field, be it to absorb blaster bolts or Force Lightning when facing Dark Jedi, it became something he relied on heavily. He would also keep his Soresu honed and finally master and hone Niman. In down time, when he would unwind, he could be found, as always, charming the lady folk or occasionally meditating, which he found himself only ever doing while in transit. He owned no ship of his own, but flew whatever the Council chose to give him. It was at that age of 28, though, that Bem came to terms with exactly what he was and the cause he was a part of. It was at this age that Bemek Declar Forian was determined to be the most hardened, optimistic and charming Jedi Shadow the Jedi had ever seen... or not seen.
Lightsaber: Single-phase
Color: Standard green
This is Bemek's simple lightsaber, nothing special. As a Shadow, he only has it with him when the situation demands.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi ---
Soresu 4
Ataru ---
Shien / Djem So ---
>>Sub-form Backhanded ---
Niman 2
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo ---
Double Bladed Combat ---
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Force Concealment
Force Persuasion
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 6
Body: 4
Sense: 7
Protection: 7
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Piloting
Street "Fighter"
Proficient with most vehicles
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Force Attunement:
+5
RP Sample:
So... you come here often?
Bem asked the little fallen Jedi lady in the cantina. He knew she was a fallen Jedi, and that she was stirring up trouble where she needn't be. He was assigned to capture her. All she knew was that she was being hit on by an attractive, imposing Amaran spacer.
And how many times have you used that line today?
It was true, he'd been in that canina all day, waiting for her to show up. She probably "knew" this from the amount of emptied glasses in front of him. None of them were his.
One, but if it keeps you in that seat, I'll ask it again.
Clever fox - his tail bristled at the use of the word - And what might it take for you to leave me alone?
Let's see. How about dinner?
I don't know about that, because that way, I'm only rid of you until then...
Well, think of it this way, for that time you can use that time to improve your beauty, after all, you clearly need it.
Color rushed to her face, as she lifted her drink an prepared to pour it on him, however in her flustered state and with a slight prod of the Force, a certain paper fell from within the lady's outer jacket pocket. A certain paper with the words:
"The spice is packed. Meet us at the docks at ... "
As he sidestepped the cascading contents of the upturned glass, he quickly grabbed the paper.
What's this you've got here?
The all-too familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber reverberated in the cantina. It was purple. Cute.
You will hand that to me nice and easy if you know what's good for you
Suddenly, Bem released the concealment on his Force presence as well as ignited his own lightsaber after withdrawing it from his inside jacket pocket. He was a good seven feet from the fallen Jedi after having stepped back in what what was well-acted shock.
Gotcha.
I let others do my work for me >:3
) Sending that PM now.
