Post by Bourne on Sept 5, 2009 12:22:50 GMT -5
Name: Hollow, Tesar
Race: Barabel
Age: 16
Height: 6 feet exact
Weight: 170
Appearance: For his species, his face has softer scales than others, and a less rugged complexion. The scales are also less dark on his face, than most. The rest of his body has hard, rugged red scales, retractable heavy claws, and a tail he has dispatched (which is not hard for his species) to hide his true species from those around him, preferring a more mysterious air. Twenty of his pounds are from muscle, and more is simply on account of his species. His shape is also smaller than most, but also more agile. His teeth have a yellow tinge and are needle-sharp. His voice, when he speaks (though it’s more of hissing), is raspy. His eyes are black, but seem to glow.
Photo thanks to Wookiepedia:
What he wears over his entire, regular appearance is a black suit. With light-weight, black armor over that. His head is always covered in a helmet of the same shade, that does not have any features except tinted glass that covers his face. He has two blasters: one is small, for short-range fighting, which he wears on his belt; and a longer one, which he wears on his back. All his weapons are also painted, by himself, black. Though he rarely uses his lightsaber for anything save training, right now. He chose the name of ‘Hollow’ to give others the idea there may not be anything underneath. His boots and armored gloves also help cover him completely in black.
Birth place: Barab I
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: None
Previous Rank: Force Sensitive
Bio: Tesar was born to his parents Ragath and Saba, on their species’ home planet Barab I. The planet was dark, only having a dim, red dwarf sun. This sun putting off strong radiation during it’s six-hour cycle. So like most of his species, he was raised underground, while adults would go out and hunt when the sun was down. Even at this time, torrential downpours kept the species quick of feet.
By three, it was already evident Tesar was more anti-social than most. His family’s clan, Khan, wasn’t large, but they usually conversed with one-another. But Tesar generally stayed away from most, wandering the underground structures alone, mainly only talking to his parents. The leader of the clan, Zobei', did not give him much attention, when it seemed the boy was shy. Not much later, his teachings of how to hunt were already beginning, and how to always be quick of feet when on the surface. All of this being taught by his mother, Saba.
At six, he was already moody, and didn't enjoy being taught the true basics of hunting. This was by using his claws and teeth, as well as his tail. But it took patience, which he didn't have at the time. But since showing great respect to parents was honored by their culture, so did Tesar. And both Ragath and Saba hailed superior strength and fighting as the greatest attribute, so he tried to learn them. He was slow at learning, but found ways to calculate and anticipate attacks.
At eight, he noticed he had quite a bit of aggression. Fury without fire, burning off nothing. Having no reason for anger, but simply had it anyway. He used his longing for destruction when training, or the times he was allowed to go on the surface. At one time, he strayed on the planet’s surface, and was found by one of the giant beasts that lurked there: the durgolosk. A giant creature with two whip-like tentacles, tipped with spiked barbs. The creature also had great vision, and five-foot long teeth. He didn’t stop running, eventually being carried on his mother’s shoulders, when both his parents found him running and screeching. They got underground in time, and made sure the creature didn’t catch them returning.
Tesar wasn’t allowed to go onto the surface, after this. Usually leaving him to walk, and train alone, when most others were out there. This made him more angry, because he had nothing to focus on. Actions were everything to him. He found better focus in fighting, however, and longed to leave the planet. Wishing to go somewhere where more was happening. Such as that of a mercenary.
He was excluded from the surface well-into nine. At this time, he noticed his soft-looking complexion, and didn’t like it. He preferred not to be seen by most now, on top of not interacting with them. It wasn’t as much of not noticing his face before, as much as realizing it wasn’t growing as tough as it should have, during the few times he noticed others of his age. When finally allowed to go out again, he was able to hunt with a sword, making a more difficult task. By now, his skills at sword-fighting had improved greatly.
At twelve, he dueled barabels other then his mother, as a means of sport. This made him interact more with others, but rarely spoke, and only used it as a tool for his aggression. He would normally wait, as an opponent tired themselves out, and Tesar focused on defenses. Then, once the other was weary, he would lash out and usually knock his opponents to the ground from the force of his blows. He also had a way of knowing what attacks they were planning, from his force-sensitivity.
At fourteen, he was the most stealthy fighter of his age. And he was now noticed by Zobei', who had him fight members of other clans, also for sport. His parents were very pleased with him, and so was he; feeling some satisfaction for once, and grateful he had means to demonstrate his skill. He also was becoming a far-better hunter, always quick of feet in case of danger, and stealthy-enough to go on his own again, without calling attention to himself. He even saw a durgolosk, again, but he managed to know how to hide from it's great vision.
At fifth-teen, he took an especial interest in the colour black, almost always wearing it. He would also now cover part of his face by tucking his armor higher up, wearing it while hunting or dueling. He also further developed his awareness of other parts of his brain, which his species could do with ease. He, however, seemed to have an especially good skill at it, not knowing this came from being force-sensitive. Using this, he could tap lightly into Telephathy and Telekeniks. His force sensitivity also came into his training, as he now was the greatest fighter--overall--for his age.
For a while his anger was gone, with the success of fighting. But Barabel interest in his fighting started to wear-off, and less wanted to challenge him. He grew furious, again, staying that way into sixteen, and using his anger to attack opponents (when they did wish to fight him) and sometimes injure them.
This was when travelers to the planet arrived. Foreigners were not unheard of, but not common, since few wanted to visit such a planet. They were hiding, and searching for mercenaries to assist them. They were allowed into the undergrounds, but no clan gave them hospitality, since they refused to be searched for weapons (as lightsabers would call too much attention).
They lurked on there own during day hours, but would observe the barabels when they conversed with one-another, taking an interest in one: Tesar, who normally stayed away from people, did the opposite for these wanderers, wishing to join them as a mercenary. They watched him fight, and saw how he seemed to predict movements. They could even feel the force was with him, and tried to communicate to Tesar, and his parents that he was to go into space, and be trained by the greatest fighters in the galaxy. The travelers did this using gestures, such as broadly moving there hands up--for space, and pointing toward themselves to say he would go with them.
Zobei' didn’t like the idea, but his parents were convincible, honoring physical power above all else. And parents were to be respected above a clan's leader. So he went with them, and now was being taught with other force-sensitives. Now, his anger was given purpose, and through this he found peace. He hardly even had anger in the same way, now, but instead determination. Though he still didn’t like his face, nor did he like being around so many beings all the time, nor did he like such bright lights he wasn’t used to. His armor covered most of him, but he wanted a mask, and a new name.
The Dark Jedi, which is who they really were, had sets of armor with them, but only one mask. He took it, and painted it black, taking the name ‘Hollow’. He learned enough Galactic Basic to understand his teachings, most Dark Jedi unable to understand his language, however. Hollow finding other ways to communicate, when needed, such as gestures. Mainly, what he asked for was a task, though these were not common, since he had only begun training. However, the Dark Jedi seemed to have dealings with others. They had wanted a mercenary, which they didn't end-up getting, to ensure protection. The Dark Jedi had joined with a group called the Sith, and wished to become Sith. Hollow, now without a teacher, also chose to join them. And learn from their teachings.
Lightsaber: Duel-phase, single blade
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 1
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 2
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -1
RP Sample:
Patience was the way of the Sith, that’s what he had been told. He had been demonstrated the word by one of his masters simply waiting, and he had caught on. Language wasn’t hard to learn, for him. Perhaps it came from listening more than speaking his own language. But, oh, how easy patience was now, the Sith had given him peace of mind. They had given him focus, they made it seem as though his entire life had been impatiently waiting for them. But the Sith had not been late. No, they were always on time, they always knew when to act. It was the way of the Sith, and the way of the force. Their will was the very will of the force, and so was his. The Sith never lost, even when most of the galaxy forgot their name’s meaning, they did not loose. They would always return when the time was right, and now was such a time.
The present. Everything was the present, to him. He obeyed the Sith, and the force, and the dark side of the force. From obeying, his own actions seemed as natural as change. Time did not occur, the present only changed and guided his movements. Within his peaceful, isolated suit he observed and enjoyed this change. He could see beings, creatures he had never even heard of, but none could see him, not even those who’s eyes seemed to glow. His own eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, perhaps it was from his teachings of the force. But no one else could see that glow, save those he wished to, like his masters. The Sith were to be obeyed.
And as he raised his weapon over his head, igniting the long, red blade, in preparation for another practice, he remembered with satisfaction, that he was to be a Sith.
Password; Vornskr
Race: Barabel
Age: 16
Height: 6 feet exact
Weight: 170
Appearance: For his species, his face has softer scales than others, and a less rugged complexion. The scales are also less dark on his face, than most. The rest of his body has hard, rugged red scales, retractable heavy claws, and a tail he has dispatched (which is not hard for his species) to hide his true species from those around him, preferring a more mysterious air. Twenty of his pounds are from muscle, and more is simply on account of his species. His shape is also smaller than most, but also more agile. His teeth have a yellow tinge and are needle-sharp. His voice, when he speaks (though it’s more of hissing), is raspy. His eyes are black, but seem to glow.
Photo thanks to Wookiepedia:
What he wears over his entire, regular appearance is a black suit. With light-weight, black armor over that. His head is always covered in a helmet of the same shade, that does not have any features except tinted glass that covers his face. He has two blasters: one is small, for short-range fighting, which he wears on his belt; and a longer one, which he wears on his back. All his weapons are also painted, by himself, black. Though he rarely uses his lightsaber for anything save training, right now. He chose the name of ‘Hollow’ to give others the idea there may not be anything underneath. His boots and armored gloves also help cover him completely in black.
Birth place: Barab I
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: None
Previous Rank: Force Sensitive
Bio: Tesar was born to his parents Ragath and Saba, on their species’ home planet Barab I. The planet was dark, only having a dim, red dwarf sun. This sun putting off strong radiation during it’s six-hour cycle. So like most of his species, he was raised underground, while adults would go out and hunt when the sun was down. Even at this time, torrential downpours kept the species quick of feet.
By three, it was already evident Tesar was more anti-social than most. His family’s clan, Khan, wasn’t large, but they usually conversed with one-another. But Tesar generally stayed away from most, wandering the underground structures alone, mainly only talking to his parents. The leader of the clan, Zobei', did not give him much attention, when it seemed the boy was shy. Not much later, his teachings of how to hunt were already beginning, and how to always be quick of feet when on the surface. All of this being taught by his mother, Saba.
At six, he was already moody, and didn't enjoy being taught the true basics of hunting. This was by using his claws and teeth, as well as his tail. But it took patience, which he didn't have at the time. But since showing great respect to parents was honored by their culture, so did Tesar. And both Ragath and Saba hailed superior strength and fighting as the greatest attribute, so he tried to learn them. He was slow at learning, but found ways to calculate and anticipate attacks.
At eight, he noticed he had quite a bit of aggression. Fury without fire, burning off nothing. Having no reason for anger, but simply had it anyway. He used his longing for destruction when training, or the times he was allowed to go on the surface. At one time, he strayed on the planet’s surface, and was found by one of the giant beasts that lurked there: the durgolosk. A giant creature with two whip-like tentacles, tipped with spiked barbs. The creature also had great vision, and five-foot long teeth. He didn’t stop running, eventually being carried on his mother’s shoulders, when both his parents found him running and screeching. They got underground in time, and made sure the creature didn’t catch them returning.
Tesar wasn’t allowed to go onto the surface, after this. Usually leaving him to walk, and train alone, when most others were out there. This made him more angry, because he had nothing to focus on. Actions were everything to him. He found better focus in fighting, however, and longed to leave the planet. Wishing to go somewhere where more was happening. Such as that of a mercenary.
He was excluded from the surface well-into nine. At this time, he noticed his soft-looking complexion, and didn’t like it. He preferred not to be seen by most now, on top of not interacting with them. It wasn’t as much of not noticing his face before, as much as realizing it wasn’t growing as tough as it should have, during the few times he noticed others of his age. When finally allowed to go out again, he was able to hunt with a sword, making a more difficult task. By now, his skills at sword-fighting had improved greatly.
At twelve, he dueled barabels other then his mother, as a means of sport. This made him interact more with others, but rarely spoke, and only used it as a tool for his aggression. He would normally wait, as an opponent tired themselves out, and Tesar focused on defenses. Then, once the other was weary, he would lash out and usually knock his opponents to the ground from the force of his blows. He also had a way of knowing what attacks they were planning, from his force-sensitivity.
At fourteen, he was the most stealthy fighter of his age. And he was now noticed by Zobei', who had him fight members of other clans, also for sport. His parents were very pleased with him, and so was he; feeling some satisfaction for once, and grateful he had means to demonstrate his skill. He also was becoming a far-better hunter, always quick of feet in case of danger, and stealthy-enough to go on his own again, without calling attention to himself. He even saw a durgolosk, again, but he managed to know how to hide from it's great vision.
At fifth-teen, he took an especial interest in the colour black, almost always wearing it. He would also now cover part of his face by tucking his armor higher up, wearing it while hunting or dueling. He also further developed his awareness of other parts of his brain, which his species could do with ease. He, however, seemed to have an especially good skill at it, not knowing this came from being force-sensitive. Using this, he could tap lightly into Telephathy and Telekeniks. His force sensitivity also came into his training, as he now was the greatest fighter--overall--for his age.
For a while his anger was gone, with the success of fighting. But Barabel interest in his fighting started to wear-off, and less wanted to challenge him. He grew furious, again, staying that way into sixteen, and using his anger to attack opponents (when they did wish to fight him) and sometimes injure them.
This was when travelers to the planet arrived. Foreigners were not unheard of, but not common, since few wanted to visit such a planet. They were hiding, and searching for mercenaries to assist them. They were allowed into the undergrounds, but no clan gave them hospitality, since they refused to be searched for weapons (as lightsabers would call too much attention).
They lurked on there own during day hours, but would observe the barabels when they conversed with one-another, taking an interest in one: Tesar, who normally stayed away from people, did the opposite for these wanderers, wishing to join them as a mercenary. They watched him fight, and saw how he seemed to predict movements. They could even feel the force was with him, and tried to communicate to Tesar, and his parents that he was to go into space, and be trained by the greatest fighters in the galaxy. The travelers did this using gestures, such as broadly moving there hands up--for space, and pointing toward themselves to say he would go with them.
Zobei' didn’t like the idea, but his parents were convincible, honoring physical power above all else. And parents were to be respected above a clan's leader. So he went with them, and now was being taught with other force-sensitives. Now, his anger was given purpose, and through this he found peace. He hardly even had anger in the same way, now, but instead determination. Though he still didn’t like his face, nor did he like being around so many beings all the time, nor did he like such bright lights he wasn’t used to. His armor covered most of him, but he wanted a mask, and a new name.
The Dark Jedi, which is who they really were, had sets of armor with them, but only one mask. He took it, and painted it black, taking the name ‘Hollow’. He learned enough Galactic Basic to understand his teachings, most Dark Jedi unable to understand his language, however. Hollow finding other ways to communicate, when needed, such as gestures. Mainly, what he asked for was a task, though these were not common, since he had only begun training. However, the Dark Jedi seemed to have dealings with others. They had wanted a mercenary, which they didn't end-up getting, to ensure protection. The Dark Jedi had joined with a group called the Sith, and wished to become Sith. Hollow, now without a teacher, also chose to join them. And learn from their teachings.
Lightsaber: Duel-phase, single blade
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 1
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 2
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -1
RP Sample:
Patience was the way of the Sith, that’s what he had been told. He had been demonstrated the word by one of his masters simply waiting, and he had caught on. Language wasn’t hard to learn, for him. Perhaps it came from listening more than speaking his own language. But, oh, how easy patience was now, the Sith had given him peace of mind. They had given him focus, they made it seem as though his entire life had been impatiently waiting for them. But the Sith had not been late. No, they were always on time, they always knew when to act. It was the way of the Sith, and the way of the force. Their will was the very will of the force, and so was his. The Sith never lost, even when most of the galaxy forgot their name’s meaning, they did not loose. They would always return when the time was right, and now was such a time.
The present. Everything was the present, to him. He obeyed the Sith, and the force, and the dark side of the force. From obeying, his own actions seemed as natural as change. Time did not occur, the present only changed and guided his movements. Within his peaceful, isolated suit he observed and enjoyed this change. He could see beings, creatures he had never even heard of, but none could see him, not even those who’s eyes seemed to glow. His own eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, perhaps it was from his teachings of the force. But no one else could see that glow, save those he wished to, like his masters. The Sith were to be obeyed.
And as he raised his weapon over his head, igniting the long, red blade, in preparation for another practice, he remembered with satisfaction, that he was to be a Sith.
Password; Vornskr
