Post by Zenn on Oct 19, 2009 1:49:47 GMT -5
Name: Zenn Loso
Race: Zabrak
Age: 15
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 128
Appearance: With red skin, hard yellow eyes, a pair of cranial horns above his eyes and a vertical line of such horns running down the middle of his bald head, Zenn strikes an imposing figure for a would-be Jedi. A black tribal tattoo, an ever-present reminder of his past, begins on the back of his right hand and extends up his arm to the right side of his face. Rather than the plain brown of the traditional Jedi robe, he wears a sleeveless black robe over a grey tunic and slacks, all made for him by his mother, as a second reminder of the past he has to leave buried.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan (currently under negotiation)
Bio:
Born Into Hostility
The slum-like lower levels of Coruscant were not kind to the young Zenn Loso, but the feeling was most definitely mutual. His parents, both Zabrak Dark Jedi born on Iridonia, taught their child the ways of the Dark Side as early as possible. Protective of him, but strict in their teaching and demanding the utmost respect, they instilled in the boy the value of his emotions and the importance of never allowing oneself to show weakness. He distanced himself from others in an attempt to appear self-reliant and confident, and succeeded in coming across so hostile that other children kept their distance.
These values showed through best in the countless fights Zenn found himself getting into from as early as ten years old; he was an endlessly pragmatic fighter, doing whatever it took and using any weapon to hand to come out on top. But behind the undisciplined brawling lay a much greater danger that had been brewing since he was half that age; away from prying eyes, within the relative safety of his out-of-the-way home, Zenn was being trained both in lightsaber combat and the ways of the Force.
He proved a generalist, excelling in no particular abilities but proficient in most. Healing had not been on the agenda of his parents until a month or so after his eleventh birthday; his mother was caught in an accident on her way home and suffered painful chemical burns. She and her husband decided after this to teach their son what little they knew of Force Healing, and under their tutelage Zenn gradually healed his mother’s burns until they were pleased with the results and his father took over, continuing to heal his wife until there was nothing left of the burns but superficial scarring. Over the years he continued to grow in skill across his curriculum, even dabbling in Force Lightning and Combustion. As a symbol of his growing prowess, his father applied a black tribal tattoo upon his son’s crimson skin, starting on the back of his right hand and extending up his arm and the right side of his face.
A Glimmer of Hope
Zenn gained a reputation as a feared fighter, his cold demeanour and disregard for the feelings of others keeping most people well away. Most, but not all. There was one person in particular who refused to show fear in the face of this anger and hostility; a human girl named Lana, whom Zenn met while gathering scrap at the age of thirteen. She'd heard of the fight he'd lost recently, and the descriptions of the injuries he'd sustained weren't pretty. Most of it was fabrication, his only real injuries being a cut lip and a few nasty bruises, but she was concerned for him nonetheless. Though she did not know it, she too was Force-sensitive, and she could feel the same strange aura in Zenn that she felt within herself. She had heard tales of the Jedi, loved and respected as protectors of the galaxy and masters of the Force, and she felt as if there was some reason for the rage Zenn kept bottled up. She was determined to befriend the boy and find out what it was that made him so angry at the world.
Zenn was subconsciously rather glad for the attention; though he wasn’t aware of it, he craved the kind of affection his protective parents were oft to show. Slowly, he opened up to her, spending a good portion of his free time simply talking to her alone. He hid their gradually developing friendship from his parents, for fear of rebuttal, since the effect her influence was having upon him was clear to see. His ice-cold heart seemed to thaw in her presence, bringing out a kindness of which he never knew himself capable. Eventually he came to befriend a few of the people he'd hated so strongly in the past, but almost always spent the majority of his time with Lana. He didn’t realise it, but he needed this girl. Slowly, inexorably, he was falling in love.
Tragedy Strikes
But this light in his life would soon be extinguished. Sometime after his fifteenth birthday, the girl came looking for him after a particularly heated fight. She found Zenn at his home, having used the Force to heal the few cuts he’d sustained and now fixing his father’s damaged lightsaber to pass the time. Seeing the weapon in his hands and how quickly his injuries had healed, Lana knew for certain his parents were Dark Jedi.
The two talked for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only about thirty minutes. But then Zenn’s parents returned home in a panic, for they knew they had been discovered by the Jedi, and all hell broke loose. Sensing Lana’s bright Force aura and assuming she was a disguised Jedi Padawan sent to scout their home, Zenn’s father flew into a rage, summoning his now perfectly working lightsaber into his hand and running her through right in front of his son. Zenn rushed to her side, horrified at what his father had done, as she fell limply to the floor. She smiled at him, that warm, disarming smile he’d come to like so much, and soon died in the Zabrak’s arms. It was this tragic event, and the realisation that he had not only liked Lana, but loved her, that caused Zenn to see the truth; his parents were servants of evil, lured by the promises of power with which they’d tainted their own son.
Right at that moment, the real danger arrived. A pair of Jedi Knights burst into the room, drawn by the dark auras of Zenn’s panicked and edgy parents as well as the pervasive Dark Side energies which inhabited their home. An argument soon flared up, the Jedi and their targets trading monologues. The more his father spoke of the power at his command, the more Zenn came to fear him and the stronger his resolve about his parents’ evil became. Taking his mother’s compact blaster pistol, he took cover behind the Jedi, angrily hurling accusations at his parents. His father, twisted into an even more terrifying fury at his son’s betrayal, lunged at the boy, lightsaber raised high above his head. Zenn panicked, raising the blaster in his hand and sinking a pair of bolts into his father’s chest. As the Dark Jedi fell to the floor, his saber deactivating as it tumbled out of his hand, his mother charged screaming at the Jedi with her own saber and was soon cut down.
A New Destiny
Zenn stood, trembling, blaster shaking in his hand, as the chaos died down. Before him lay the lifeless bodies of his parents. Lana, the only person besides the former to have ever shown any compassion for him, was dead. The boy had nothing.
Nothing, that is, except the Jedi. The two Knights sensed a great deal of strength in the young Zabrak; he was not yet too far down the path of the Dark Side to be saved, and he needed the guidance of the Order if his potential was to be realised. They offered to take Zenn to the Jedi Temple and find him a master. With nowhere else to go except as far away as possible from the darkness that inhabited this place, Zenn accepted the offer. Taking nothing with him but the robe made for him by his mother, Zenn left his home and came to the Jedi Temple to forge a new path in the Force.
Lightsaber: Training Saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample:
”Lana…”
This was the only word that escaped Zenn‘s lips as the two Jedi Knights went with him to the Temple. The girl was all he could think about. The image of her pale, lifeless face haunted him ceaselessly, and would likely do so for the rest of his life unless he could learn to let go of his emotions.
But how was that possible? These Jedi Knights had said it was best to try and forget, but how was Zenn supposed to simply go on as if none of this had happened? He’d watched the only three people who’d ever cared about him die; one of them by his own hand. The tattoo upon his right arm and face would forever mark him as a child of the darkness. He’d never be fully accepted into the Jedi fold, of that he was all but certain.
On the other hand, though, what else could he do? There was nothing here for him. He knew what the Knights suspected; without guidance and direction, he would surely let his emotions rule him and eventually fall completely to the Dark Side. The Jedi Order was his only refuge, his only hope.
What else was there? Zenn now knew the answer to that question. He may never become a true Jedi, having been brought up surrounded by the Dark Side, but he would do his best to let his inner light shine through.
In honour of Lana’s memory, he would do his best.
Race: Zabrak
Age: 15
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 128
Appearance: With red skin, hard yellow eyes, a pair of cranial horns above his eyes and a vertical line of such horns running down the middle of his bald head, Zenn strikes an imposing figure for a would-be Jedi. A black tribal tattoo, an ever-present reminder of his past, begins on the back of his right hand and extends up his arm to the right side of his face. Rather than the plain brown of the traditional Jedi robe, he wears a sleeveless black robe over a grey tunic and slacks, all made for him by his mother, as a second reminder of the past he has to leave buried.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan (currently under negotiation)
Bio:
Born Into Hostility
The slum-like lower levels of Coruscant were not kind to the young Zenn Loso, but the feeling was most definitely mutual. His parents, both Zabrak Dark Jedi born on Iridonia, taught their child the ways of the Dark Side as early as possible. Protective of him, but strict in their teaching and demanding the utmost respect, they instilled in the boy the value of his emotions and the importance of never allowing oneself to show weakness. He distanced himself from others in an attempt to appear self-reliant and confident, and succeeded in coming across so hostile that other children kept their distance.
These values showed through best in the countless fights Zenn found himself getting into from as early as ten years old; he was an endlessly pragmatic fighter, doing whatever it took and using any weapon to hand to come out on top. But behind the undisciplined brawling lay a much greater danger that had been brewing since he was half that age; away from prying eyes, within the relative safety of his out-of-the-way home, Zenn was being trained both in lightsaber combat and the ways of the Force.
He proved a generalist, excelling in no particular abilities but proficient in most. Healing had not been on the agenda of his parents until a month or so after his eleventh birthday; his mother was caught in an accident on her way home and suffered painful chemical burns. She and her husband decided after this to teach their son what little they knew of Force Healing, and under their tutelage Zenn gradually healed his mother’s burns until they were pleased with the results and his father took over, continuing to heal his wife until there was nothing left of the burns but superficial scarring. Over the years he continued to grow in skill across his curriculum, even dabbling in Force Lightning and Combustion. As a symbol of his growing prowess, his father applied a black tribal tattoo upon his son’s crimson skin, starting on the back of his right hand and extending up his arm and the right side of his face.
A Glimmer of Hope
Zenn gained a reputation as a feared fighter, his cold demeanour and disregard for the feelings of others keeping most people well away. Most, but not all. There was one person in particular who refused to show fear in the face of this anger and hostility; a human girl named Lana, whom Zenn met while gathering scrap at the age of thirteen. She'd heard of the fight he'd lost recently, and the descriptions of the injuries he'd sustained weren't pretty. Most of it was fabrication, his only real injuries being a cut lip and a few nasty bruises, but she was concerned for him nonetheless. Though she did not know it, she too was Force-sensitive, and she could feel the same strange aura in Zenn that she felt within herself. She had heard tales of the Jedi, loved and respected as protectors of the galaxy and masters of the Force, and she felt as if there was some reason for the rage Zenn kept bottled up. She was determined to befriend the boy and find out what it was that made him so angry at the world.
Zenn was subconsciously rather glad for the attention; though he wasn’t aware of it, he craved the kind of affection his protective parents were oft to show. Slowly, he opened up to her, spending a good portion of his free time simply talking to her alone. He hid their gradually developing friendship from his parents, for fear of rebuttal, since the effect her influence was having upon him was clear to see. His ice-cold heart seemed to thaw in her presence, bringing out a kindness of which he never knew himself capable. Eventually he came to befriend a few of the people he'd hated so strongly in the past, but almost always spent the majority of his time with Lana. He didn’t realise it, but he needed this girl. Slowly, inexorably, he was falling in love.
Tragedy Strikes
But this light in his life would soon be extinguished. Sometime after his fifteenth birthday, the girl came looking for him after a particularly heated fight. She found Zenn at his home, having used the Force to heal the few cuts he’d sustained and now fixing his father’s damaged lightsaber to pass the time. Seeing the weapon in his hands and how quickly his injuries had healed, Lana knew for certain his parents were Dark Jedi.
The two talked for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only about thirty minutes. But then Zenn’s parents returned home in a panic, for they knew they had been discovered by the Jedi, and all hell broke loose. Sensing Lana’s bright Force aura and assuming she was a disguised Jedi Padawan sent to scout their home, Zenn’s father flew into a rage, summoning his now perfectly working lightsaber into his hand and running her through right in front of his son. Zenn rushed to her side, horrified at what his father had done, as she fell limply to the floor. She smiled at him, that warm, disarming smile he’d come to like so much, and soon died in the Zabrak’s arms. It was this tragic event, and the realisation that he had not only liked Lana, but loved her, that caused Zenn to see the truth; his parents were servants of evil, lured by the promises of power with which they’d tainted their own son.
Right at that moment, the real danger arrived. A pair of Jedi Knights burst into the room, drawn by the dark auras of Zenn’s panicked and edgy parents as well as the pervasive Dark Side energies which inhabited their home. An argument soon flared up, the Jedi and their targets trading monologues. The more his father spoke of the power at his command, the more Zenn came to fear him and the stronger his resolve about his parents’ evil became. Taking his mother’s compact blaster pistol, he took cover behind the Jedi, angrily hurling accusations at his parents. His father, twisted into an even more terrifying fury at his son’s betrayal, lunged at the boy, lightsaber raised high above his head. Zenn panicked, raising the blaster in his hand and sinking a pair of bolts into his father’s chest. As the Dark Jedi fell to the floor, his saber deactivating as it tumbled out of his hand, his mother charged screaming at the Jedi with her own saber and was soon cut down.
A New Destiny
Zenn stood, trembling, blaster shaking in his hand, as the chaos died down. Before him lay the lifeless bodies of his parents. Lana, the only person besides the former to have ever shown any compassion for him, was dead. The boy had nothing.
Nothing, that is, except the Jedi. The two Knights sensed a great deal of strength in the young Zabrak; he was not yet too far down the path of the Dark Side to be saved, and he needed the guidance of the Order if his potential was to be realised. They offered to take Zenn to the Jedi Temple and find him a master. With nowhere else to go except as far away as possible from the darkness that inhabited this place, Zenn accepted the offer. Taking nothing with him but the robe made for him by his mother, Zenn left his home and came to the Jedi Temple to forge a new path in the Force.
Lightsaber: Training Saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +2
RP Sample:
”Lana…”
This was the only word that escaped Zenn‘s lips as the two Jedi Knights went with him to the Temple. The girl was all he could think about. The image of her pale, lifeless face haunted him ceaselessly, and would likely do so for the rest of his life unless he could learn to let go of his emotions.
But how was that possible? These Jedi Knights had said it was best to try and forget, but how was Zenn supposed to simply go on as if none of this had happened? He’d watched the only three people who’d ever cared about him die; one of them by his own hand. The tattoo upon his right arm and face would forever mark him as a child of the darkness. He’d never be fully accepted into the Jedi fold, of that he was all but certain.
On the other hand, though, what else could he do? There was nothing here for him. He knew what the Knights suspected; without guidance and direction, he would surely let his emotions rule him and eventually fall completely to the Dark Side. The Jedi Order was his only refuge, his only hope.
What else was there? Zenn now knew the answer to that question. He may never become a true Jedi, having been brought up surrounded by the Dark Side, but he would do his best to let his inner light shine through.
In honour of Lana’s memory, he would do his best.
