Post by skaratvern on Nov 4, 2011 9:09:42 GMT -5
Name: Skarat Vern
Race: Codru Ji
Age: 12
Height:3’9”
Weight:96lbs
Appearance: Skarat is a slim, athletic looking youth. He lost the thick pelt of his earlier form, but retained other characteristics such as pointed ears, and they still appeared somewhat dog-like. Skarat’s hearing extended to a supersonic level undetectable to many species. His people’s mature form averaged 1.6 meters in height, his own is 1.4. Of their four limbs, Skarat is most skilled with his upper left hand.
His short thick hair is white, with a single black streak that is his Padawan’s braid. He has a decisive set to his jaw, with a lightly cleft chin. Wide green eyes, and a slightly canine nose complete the major facial features. A three inch long scar crosses his nose bridge from his days as a wyrewolf.
Personality: For Skarat forgoing his people’s xenophobia was the first challenge he had to face as a youngling. Everything scared him. So, at first he just went inside himself for protection, going through his training with a wary glance at people that weren’t the masters.
Birth place:Munto Codru
Faction: Jedi
Rank:Padawan
Lightsaber: The hilt of Skarat’s saber is longer than normal, having four arms, he can dual wield, and deliver a two armed slash while blocking another enemy, so to help with this function, he has made the handle of his saber longer to account for all of his arms reaching for it. The handle is silver, with a black piece of leather tied around it to help with grip. He has etched the name of his sister in Munto along the side of the handle.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 3
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 3
Sense: 5
Protection: 5
Healing: 3
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Whirlwind
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +2
Bio: Born on Munto Codru, a tiny squalling pup found himself thrown into a series of events so strange, and fascinating, that when he thought about it years later, he laughed. But let’s start at the beginning...
Growing up on Munto Codru he was something like royalty. He grew up in one of the higher up families, and was prone to getting himself into trouble. His sister was already an adult, long and lithe in repose as well as in movement, and she was his best friend, as well as his running partner. She was killed by a twi-lek invader when she was running on her own.
When the Jedi came to his world, and tested him, and his littermates they did not find him on the first pass-over. This disappointed him slightly, so he went home lonely. A Jedi walking down the street sensed him, thinking it was one of the students they had already chosen, but found Skarat instead.
The Jedi could sense the Force in this child, and knew that he would make a good Padawan, and Skarat Vern was a youngling. His hair, prized among his people was gone, and he mourned it, until his training started. Then he did not have times to mourn it, his time was too filled with learning the ways of the force.
The force came rather easily to him, and he wanted nothing more than to learn more from it. To him, the force was a way of life, and he would follow the force to make sure the Galaxy would not go into Chaos. His youngling years were pretty simple, learning to fight with a saber, and how to better control the force. He didn’t do anything really extraordinary; he was an average student, until his Padawan years. He was training with a group of other young Padawans, and reached up to force-push one away, and managed to push them all away in a Force Whirlwind. That was two months ago.
RP Sample: I was sitting, much like my fellow Padawan’s, listening to the master tell her story. It was interesting, but I felt my mind wandering towards something else. I tried to keep my mind from straying, but I had had no sleep for the last two nights, meditation helped very little, and I was starting to think of why, but every time I got close to it, one of the Palawan’s nudged me, and told me to pay attention.
As I listened to the story, I heard Master Vrook’s voice, and an unfamiliar females voice, I could not understand what they were speaking of, but I could tell the matter was of great importance. When Master Vrook turned his attention to me, I got nervous, I thought he was to scold me, but he merely stated, "Skarat, I need to have a word with you."
I answered it, by picking myself up, Apologizing for interrupting the class, and as I walked over to the newcomer, I grew curious, “Yes, Master Vrook?"
Vrook introduced the female as Jadmus Nebala, and told me that she would be taking over for Jy'Thx in teaching me, I asked, “Is Master Jy'Thx okay?"
Vrook stated that My Master was fine, that Master Nebala would prove more beneficial in this stage of my training. I said to Master Vrook,"As you wish, Master."
I looked to the Female, and asked, “Something is wrong, I am guessing."
She stated that there was another killing on Tatooine, and that we would be investigating it as soon as possible.
I listened as she mentioned that Sith might be involved, and I could almost taste the sand of Tatooine on my tongue. I asked when the transport would be leaving, and she said tonight, and then she surprised me, by saying, “I look forward to see what you've learned." I smiled slightly, and said, “May the force be with you, Master Nebala."
I went to my Quarters to prepare for departure, and meditate on what I had learned that day, and pack what I needed.
I made a checklist of what I needed when I heard a ruckus in the corridor outside my door. A Ithorian had fallen down, spilling a pile of clothing, I sighed, and chuckled a bit, as I bent down to help him out, I said, “Are you okay?" He stated that yes, he was. I barely noticed that he was speaking Trade Language, I had lived around it for quite some time.
I reflected on my life, from when I could first remember, to now, and chuckled a bit. I had lived quite a life, being a Canine, then a Cocoon, as was my people’s growth, then a clumsy Slave, and now a Padawan, on the cusp of being a Jedi Knight. I went back to my room, and finished packing.
It was almost time to leave, when I came to from my meditation, I got my pack, full of Padawan Robes, and spare Parts, and personal items. As I headed out to the Hangar, I sensed my new Master. I kept walking to the hanger, and as I reached the doors, I saw a familier ship. I should have known it. I was a slave on it. I backed against the wall, and upon seeing my Master enter the room, I asked, “Are we getting on THAT ship, Master?"
I looked at her, nervous, “I was enslaved on that ship, before I was a Padawan, and... well, lets just say I was not the most graceful..." I said with a slight tweak to my voice.
I felt calmed by her words, and said, “Yes, Master, I will try to stay calm." But My ears were alert for any noise now.
I walked up to the ship, and my senses were on high alert. I had not felt this way for quite some time, but I kept my outward features calm, and neutral, like a good Padawan.
I nodded, keeping my mouth shut, and I promised that I would stay away from the dishes.
As I followed my master, I smelled familier smells, and heard familier smells, I felt like I was a Young Pup, just out of my cocoon and in slavery again. My ears twitched a bit as I listened to Aldi speak.
I went to the quarters assigned to me, and began to meditate for the trip, thinking on how this would affect me.
Race: Codru Ji
Age: 12
Height:3’9”
Weight:96lbs
Appearance: Skarat is a slim, athletic looking youth. He lost the thick pelt of his earlier form, but retained other characteristics such as pointed ears, and they still appeared somewhat dog-like. Skarat’s hearing extended to a supersonic level undetectable to many species. His people’s mature form averaged 1.6 meters in height, his own is 1.4. Of their four limbs, Skarat is most skilled with his upper left hand.
His short thick hair is white, with a single black streak that is his Padawan’s braid. He has a decisive set to his jaw, with a lightly cleft chin. Wide green eyes, and a slightly canine nose complete the major facial features. A three inch long scar crosses his nose bridge from his days as a wyrewolf.
Personality: For Skarat forgoing his people’s xenophobia was the first challenge he had to face as a youngling. Everything scared him. So, at first he just went inside himself for protection, going through his training with a wary glance at people that weren’t the masters.
Birth place:Munto Codru
Faction: Jedi
Rank:Padawan
Lightsaber: The hilt of Skarat’s saber is longer than normal, having four arms, he can dual wield, and deliver a two armed slash while blocking another enemy, so to help with this function, he has made the handle of his saber longer to account for all of his arms reaching for it. The handle is silver, with a black piece of leather tied around it to help with grip. He has etched the name of his sister in Munto along the side of the handle.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 3
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 3
Sense: 5
Protection: 5
Healing: 3
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Whirlwind
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: +2
Bio: Born on Munto Codru, a tiny squalling pup found himself thrown into a series of events so strange, and fascinating, that when he thought about it years later, he laughed. But let’s start at the beginning...
Growing up on Munto Codru he was something like royalty. He grew up in one of the higher up families, and was prone to getting himself into trouble. His sister was already an adult, long and lithe in repose as well as in movement, and she was his best friend, as well as his running partner. She was killed by a twi-lek invader when she was running on her own.
When the Jedi came to his world, and tested him, and his littermates they did not find him on the first pass-over. This disappointed him slightly, so he went home lonely. A Jedi walking down the street sensed him, thinking it was one of the students they had already chosen, but found Skarat instead.
The Jedi could sense the Force in this child, and knew that he would make a good Padawan, and Skarat Vern was a youngling. His hair, prized among his people was gone, and he mourned it, until his training started. Then he did not have times to mourn it, his time was too filled with learning the ways of the force.
The force came rather easily to him, and he wanted nothing more than to learn more from it. To him, the force was a way of life, and he would follow the force to make sure the Galaxy would not go into Chaos. His youngling years were pretty simple, learning to fight with a saber, and how to better control the force. He didn’t do anything really extraordinary; he was an average student, until his Padawan years. He was training with a group of other young Padawans, and reached up to force-push one away, and managed to push them all away in a Force Whirlwind. That was two months ago.
RP Sample: I was sitting, much like my fellow Padawan’s, listening to the master tell her story. It was interesting, but I felt my mind wandering towards something else. I tried to keep my mind from straying, but I had had no sleep for the last two nights, meditation helped very little, and I was starting to think of why, but every time I got close to it, one of the Palawan’s nudged me, and told me to pay attention.
As I listened to the story, I heard Master Vrook’s voice, and an unfamiliar females voice, I could not understand what they were speaking of, but I could tell the matter was of great importance. When Master Vrook turned his attention to me, I got nervous, I thought he was to scold me, but he merely stated, "Skarat, I need to have a word with you."
I answered it, by picking myself up, Apologizing for interrupting the class, and as I walked over to the newcomer, I grew curious, “Yes, Master Vrook?"
Vrook introduced the female as Jadmus Nebala, and told me that she would be taking over for Jy'Thx in teaching me, I asked, “Is Master Jy'Thx okay?"
Vrook stated that My Master was fine, that Master Nebala would prove more beneficial in this stage of my training. I said to Master Vrook,"As you wish, Master."
I looked to the Female, and asked, “Something is wrong, I am guessing."
She stated that there was another killing on Tatooine, and that we would be investigating it as soon as possible.
I listened as she mentioned that Sith might be involved, and I could almost taste the sand of Tatooine on my tongue. I asked when the transport would be leaving, and she said tonight, and then she surprised me, by saying, “I look forward to see what you've learned." I smiled slightly, and said, “May the force be with you, Master Nebala."
I went to my Quarters to prepare for departure, and meditate on what I had learned that day, and pack what I needed.
I made a checklist of what I needed when I heard a ruckus in the corridor outside my door. A Ithorian had fallen down, spilling a pile of clothing, I sighed, and chuckled a bit, as I bent down to help him out, I said, “Are you okay?" He stated that yes, he was. I barely noticed that he was speaking Trade Language, I had lived around it for quite some time.
I reflected on my life, from when I could first remember, to now, and chuckled a bit. I had lived quite a life, being a Canine, then a Cocoon, as was my people’s growth, then a clumsy Slave, and now a Padawan, on the cusp of being a Jedi Knight. I went back to my room, and finished packing.
It was almost time to leave, when I came to from my meditation, I got my pack, full of Padawan Robes, and spare Parts, and personal items. As I headed out to the Hangar, I sensed my new Master. I kept walking to the hanger, and as I reached the doors, I saw a familier ship. I should have known it. I was a slave on it. I backed against the wall, and upon seeing my Master enter the room, I asked, “Are we getting on THAT ship, Master?"
I looked at her, nervous, “I was enslaved on that ship, before I was a Padawan, and... well, lets just say I was not the most graceful..." I said with a slight tweak to my voice.
I felt calmed by her words, and said, “Yes, Master, I will try to stay calm." But My ears were alert for any noise now.
I walked up to the ship, and my senses were on high alert. I had not felt this way for quite some time, but I kept my outward features calm, and neutral, like a good Padawan.
I nodded, keeping my mouth shut, and I promised that I would stay away from the dishes.
As I followed my master, I smelled familier smells, and heard familier smells, I felt like I was a Young Pup, just out of my cocoon and in slavery again. My ears twitched a bit as I listened to Aldi speak.
I went to the quarters assigned to me, and began to meditate for the trip, thinking on how this would affect me.
