Post by pasta0505 on Jun 27, 2011 11:37:31 GMT -5
Name: Kaleb Gunstar
Race: Human
Age: 17
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Appearance: Kaleb is an averagely built figure, spending time in fitness only to necessary training standards. Decently muscular, though certainly physically well-developed for those of his age, he favors enhanced speed over brawny power. His light complexion is unflawed by scars or marks, his eyes a dark blue under furry dark eyebrows and short, dark brown hair.
Kaleb's wardrobe consists mainly of two sets of attire. The first, being his more casual wear, is a series of common traditional Jedi clothing: a sand-shaded, long-sleeved tunic worn under a second sleeveless tabard of identical material, a light brown in color. The tone of his pants match that of the tabard, long and tucked into his high field boots. He generally has a long, hooded dark green robe draped over him, and wears it proudly as a symbol of a Corellian Jedi. He prefers to keep his belt simple, the cloth sash lacking any utility save a ring for his lightsaber.
Kaleb's secondary set of clothes, easily defined as his battle wear, is a modified version of his usual garments, mainly for convenience's sake. A set of full-body battle armor, the lime lightweight suit is donned underneath his flowing robe, usually after discarding the tabard to reduce too much bulky mass. The utility belt at the waist that comes along with the suit holds various basic field tools, such as energy capsules, a small roll of bandaging, or a grappling hook, and can be modifiable to his use.
Personality: Kaleb is an enthusiastic learner, though more diligent in a pursuit for active work. Reckless and rash, and sometimes even bold in the face of imminent danger, the Jedi's headstrong charges occasionally get him both in and out of trouble. A cheerful youth, unsuppressed by stress or pressure, he also chooses to keep a rather light head and often follows the signal of his senses and, slightly hesitantly, his emotions over much rational thought, and spends little time in ponderous meditation, replacing the activity with endless daydreaming.
Birth place: Corellia
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Padawan (master-less)
Lightsaber: Image
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru - 3
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 1
Body: 3
Sense: 4
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 2
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +3
Bio: Kaleb Gunstar was born in 3618 BBY on Corellia, a son of a middle-class couple of workers in the widely common ship-manufacturing business. His potential in the Force was apparently existent even in his toddler years, a rapidly developing child in his agile reflexes and outstanding physical capabilities compared to anything previously achieved by young ones his age. It was an odd event that he was discovered rather later on by the Jedi Order for a decision for pickup.
The family was visited in 3613 by a Kel Dorian Jedi, to proceed through the common sequence of convincing the parents to give the child up for taking into training in the Force. However, the situation wasn't resolved as easily as he had initially planned, and, obliged to complete his task, the Jedi Master utilized the Force to forcibly trick the couple into handing the child over to him. The incidence would later become a point of internal strife for the senior Jedi, however Kaleb Gunstar thus entered the Jedi Temple on Tython to begin his primary training.
As one of many Force-sensitives, he naturally refused to stand out in capability in comparison to his younger years. And although he wasn't completely deprived of promise or potential, Kaleb was dismissed in favor to many other colleagues in personal selection to become Padawans. Nearing his thirteenth birthday, upon which he would automatically be removed to minor roles in the Jedi Order for a lifetime, the Youngling was oblivious to the fact.
In the end, it was the same Kel Dorian who had found him that came to his aid and saved him from imminent binding to a different path. The Jedi Master, Kor Oln, then led the teenage Padawan through five years of training, and his comparatively unorthodox teachings, often frowned upon by many others of the Jedi Order, eventually encouraged Kaleb to stay true to himself, unfortunately with the reckless side attached.
It was in 3602 BBY when Kor met his demise on a mission that he had forbidden Kaleb to accompany him on. A dangerous venture into lands of strife between the warring factions, he had been cut down during the battle. Kaleb's connection with his master in the short-lived period of tutelage was sufficient for the young Jedi to realize the death of Kor, and for the first and only time in his life did he feel sorrow. But only for a brief period, for times at hand demanded he continue his training for him to proceed on in his journey as a Jedi...
RP Sample: The automatic doors of the chamber slid open as the adolescent Jedi strode into the room, his hood draped over his face and hiding his visage under the shadows of the green cloak. The sounds of his walking feet pounding against the white duracrete floors paused in an ensuing silence, quickly followed by a loosely observant movement of his eyes from beneath the cloth, his head tilting ever so slightly as he swiftly scanned the room.
The tips of his finger emerged from the depths of the spacious sleeves, trailing along the corners of the room in his awareness to the Force. But at length he considered his actions just a silly sign of caution, and withdrew them hastily. Removing the irritating hood from before his field of vision, Kaleb resumed his walk toward the large transparisteel viewport looming ahead in the wall. The massive docking bay contained within the Temple emerged before his eyes, the far ends of the port opening in multiple exits from the home.
Ships were moving, preparing thrusters for launch, several rising from the ground already, the metal hulls of the starfighters glistening in the streaming jets of sunlight. A shimmer of envy hinted from his wide blue eyes, his fingers imitating the controls at the cockpit that he could only imagine of ever putting into personal functioning.
"If only I could be one of those guys, flying into space and journeying into blazing battles..." A grin formed itself on the corner of his lips at the mere thought of the adventurous experience.
He knew it would come someday. It was inevitable for him to have to hop into a fighter and blast his way through battlefields, shooting away at the infamous Sith that only now were emerging in genuine existence as a massive threat to both the Republic and, in turn, the Jedi Order. He was no politician, and swore never to involve himself in such despicable matters, but he had a basic grasp of the galaxy's chaotic situation and the Jedi's eventual obligation to participate in it.
"If only that day was closer..."
"What day?" He was interrupted by the voice of an anonymous individual, resounding from among the numerous bookshelves to his rear. Kaleb instinctively called his lightsaber to his extended palm, but out of the sudden shock and, simultaneously, joy to see his Rodian friend, the young Jedi let the weapon slip from his grip and clank against the viewport before falling lifeless to the solid ground.
He wheeled about again, peering out at the docking bay below, hoping that nobody had heard the noise over the shuddering of the ships. After all, Kaleb or his friend weren't exactly supposed to have been there at that time, instead within tutelage of their respective masters and with their accompaniment.
And oh, how discouraging was that hope. He turned to see a multitude of eyes staring at him through the mammoth viewport, as he froze in his steps.
Race: Human
Age: 17
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Appearance: Kaleb is an averagely built figure, spending time in fitness only to necessary training standards. Decently muscular, though certainly physically well-developed for those of his age, he favors enhanced speed over brawny power. His light complexion is unflawed by scars or marks, his eyes a dark blue under furry dark eyebrows and short, dark brown hair.
Kaleb's wardrobe consists mainly of two sets of attire. The first, being his more casual wear, is a series of common traditional Jedi clothing: a sand-shaded, long-sleeved tunic worn under a second sleeveless tabard of identical material, a light brown in color. The tone of his pants match that of the tabard, long and tucked into his high field boots. He generally has a long, hooded dark green robe draped over him, and wears it proudly as a symbol of a Corellian Jedi. He prefers to keep his belt simple, the cloth sash lacking any utility save a ring for his lightsaber.
Kaleb's secondary set of clothes, easily defined as his battle wear, is a modified version of his usual garments, mainly for convenience's sake. A set of full-body battle armor, the lime lightweight suit is donned underneath his flowing robe, usually after discarding the tabard to reduce too much bulky mass. The utility belt at the waist that comes along with the suit holds various basic field tools, such as energy capsules, a small roll of bandaging, or a grappling hook, and can be modifiable to his use.
Personality: Kaleb is an enthusiastic learner, though more diligent in a pursuit for active work. Reckless and rash, and sometimes even bold in the face of imminent danger, the Jedi's headstrong charges occasionally get him both in and out of trouble. A cheerful youth, unsuppressed by stress or pressure, he also chooses to keep a rather light head and often follows the signal of his senses and, slightly hesitantly, his emotions over much rational thought, and spends little time in ponderous meditation, replacing the activity with endless daydreaming.
Birth place: Corellia
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Padawan (master-less)
Lightsaber: Image
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru - 3
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 1
Body: 3
Sense: 4
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 2
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +3
Bio: Kaleb Gunstar was born in 3618 BBY on Corellia, a son of a middle-class couple of workers in the widely common ship-manufacturing business. His potential in the Force was apparently existent even in his toddler years, a rapidly developing child in his agile reflexes and outstanding physical capabilities compared to anything previously achieved by young ones his age. It was an odd event that he was discovered rather later on by the Jedi Order for a decision for pickup.
The family was visited in 3613 by a Kel Dorian Jedi, to proceed through the common sequence of convincing the parents to give the child up for taking into training in the Force. However, the situation wasn't resolved as easily as he had initially planned, and, obliged to complete his task, the Jedi Master utilized the Force to forcibly trick the couple into handing the child over to him. The incidence would later become a point of internal strife for the senior Jedi, however Kaleb Gunstar thus entered the Jedi Temple on Tython to begin his primary training.
As one of many Force-sensitives, he naturally refused to stand out in capability in comparison to his younger years. And although he wasn't completely deprived of promise or potential, Kaleb was dismissed in favor to many other colleagues in personal selection to become Padawans. Nearing his thirteenth birthday, upon which he would automatically be removed to minor roles in the Jedi Order for a lifetime, the Youngling was oblivious to the fact.
In the end, it was the same Kel Dorian who had found him that came to his aid and saved him from imminent binding to a different path. The Jedi Master, Kor Oln, then led the teenage Padawan through five years of training, and his comparatively unorthodox teachings, often frowned upon by many others of the Jedi Order, eventually encouraged Kaleb to stay true to himself, unfortunately with the reckless side attached.
It was in 3602 BBY when Kor met his demise on a mission that he had forbidden Kaleb to accompany him on. A dangerous venture into lands of strife between the warring factions, he had been cut down during the battle. Kaleb's connection with his master in the short-lived period of tutelage was sufficient for the young Jedi to realize the death of Kor, and for the first and only time in his life did he feel sorrow. But only for a brief period, for times at hand demanded he continue his training for him to proceed on in his journey as a Jedi...
RP Sample: The automatic doors of the chamber slid open as the adolescent Jedi strode into the room, his hood draped over his face and hiding his visage under the shadows of the green cloak. The sounds of his walking feet pounding against the white duracrete floors paused in an ensuing silence, quickly followed by a loosely observant movement of his eyes from beneath the cloth, his head tilting ever so slightly as he swiftly scanned the room.
The tips of his finger emerged from the depths of the spacious sleeves, trailing along the corners of the room in his awareness to the Force. But at length he considered his actions just a silly sign of caution, and withdrew them hastily. Removing the irritating hood from before his field of vision, Kaleb resumed his walk toward the large transparisteel viewport looming ahead in the wall. The massive docking bay contained within the Temple emerged before his eyes, the far ends of the port opening in multiple exits from the home.
Ships were moving, preparing thrusters for launch, several rising from the ground already, the metal hulls of the starfighters glistening in the streaming jets of sunlight. A shimmer of envy hinted from his wide blue eyes, his fingers imitating the controls at the cockpit that he could only imagine of ever putting into personal functioning.
"If only I could be one of those guys, flying into space and journeying into blazing battles..." A grin formed itself on the corner of his lips at the mere thought of the adventurous experience.
He knew it would come someday. It was inevitable for him to have to hop into a fighter and blast his way through battlefields, shooting away at the infamous Sith that only now were emerging in genuine existence as a massive threat to both the Republic and, in turn, the Jedi Order. He was no politician, and swore never to involve himself in such despicable matters, but he had a basic grasp of the galaxy's chaotic situation and the Jedi's eventual obligation to participate in it.
"If only that day was closer..."
"What day?" He was interrupted by the voice of an anonymous individual, resounding from among the numerous bookshelves to his rear. Kaleb instinctively called his lightsaber to his extended palm, but out of the sudden shock and, simultaneously, joy to see his Rodian friend, the young Jedi let the weapon slip from his grip and clank against the viewport before falling lifeless to the solid ground.
He wheeled about again, peering out at the docking bay below, hoping that nobody had heard the noise over the shuddering of the ships. After all, Kaleb or his friend weren't exactly supposed to have been there at that time, instead within tutelage of their respective masters and with their accompaniment.
And oh, how discouraging was that hope. He turned to see a multitude of eyes staring at him through the mammoth viewport, as he froze in his steps.
