Post by Isan on May 2, 2010 21:38:41 GMT -5
Name: Isan Goma
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 186 lbs.
Appearance: Straight black hair hangs below his shoulders framing his thin features. Dark eyes peer out from behind the dark locks framed by light colored tattoos. His thin arms are adorned with the light shaded tattoos about his bicep with a round sygil at his shoulder. His fingers end in darkly colored claw-like finger nails contributed to tattoos upon his nail beds and thick blood dried beneath the nails from various ritual work. Often he is seen wearing only dark pants though at times he will wear a light, flowing dark shirt. Though not always worn about his neck he always keeps a small talisman on his person.
Personality: A sorcerer in the purist sense of the word Isan considers the ritual work a vital part of maintaining his power. He is an isolationist who prefers to spend his time in academic and spiritual pursuits drawing up what he calls circles of power from the blood of sacrifice victims to commune with the Bogan, or dark-side of the force. He revels in spreading the corruption of the dark-side and displaying his true power in its arts.
Birth place: Bitter End, Vjun
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Prophet
Bio: (Note that though it's approaching his knowledge of the force as sorcery it isn't Sith Sorcery in total function. More standard force teachings that the cult refers to as sorcery)
Born on Vjun into a small group of dark side cultists Isan Goma was quickly recognized as a potential sorcerer of their dark arts. He was one of ten children born into the cult on that day at that time. Bred in the dark-side and nurtured from fertilization on those dark energies his mother was allowed only a diet of dark-side infused blood. From the moments he was able to understand he and the other children were taught the legendary mythos of the group and how to serve the Bogan.
On his third birthday he was brought to his first ritual where he observed the dark magics at work. Truly it was only illusion worked by the high priest of the order and fueled by the other practitioners of the cult. Though there was no mistaking its illusionary nature as harmless. The dark figure summoned by their sorcery chose among Isan and the other gathered children two of the youths. First was the sacrificial child. The one who was to serve by strengthening their dark rights. With a long, crooked finger the envision of the Bogan chose a small child. Weak in the force though still touched it was known he would not be a great asset to the cult if allowed to grow. The second child chosen was Isan. He was to be the enactor of the sacrificial ritual. The child chosen to carve the sacrifice and free the blood to fuel the ritual.
The two children moved forward and the sacrifice was lifted to lay on the stone. There was no fear in the child chosen as sacrifice. He was bred with the possibility of this service. Though as he was fastened to the stone he was bombarded by the dark consciousness of the cult instilling in him fear, pain, anger and all the emotions that the dark-side could promote. The sacrifice began to twist and scream attempting to break free. The high priest simply moved forward placing the obsidian blade into Isan's hand and nodded to him.
Isan looked down at the captive sacrifice and to the dagger in his hand. Knowing what was expected he followed their will perfectly. Lifting the blade he plunged it into the chest of the lad pushing down hard on the hilt as he held it with his other hand for stability. Quickly the ribcage split and the dagger plunged into the heart of the sacrifice ending his life. As Isan pulled back the dagger he moved his fingers into the blood pouring from the wound and traced them over his face leaving a crimson trail from his brow and over the bridge of his nose. Then his fingers traced over his outstretched tongue and the child smiled. He could taste the power flowing through the blood as it seeped out filling the carved trench of the ritual circle.
The cult chanted invoking the name of Bogan. The dark-side spirit was truly at work this night and would surely assure them three more years of growing power. The high priest touched Isan's shoulders and walked him to the center of the circle. He was the chosen of the ceremony and all knew it meant he was to one day become a true sorcerer.
The cult continued to teach the child the rituals and tenants of the Bogan. Their sorcery was strong and it was through this that the child gained power. At first it was simple acts of illusion and control. The flames would dance at his command or create illumination that would guide his way. He could read the emotions of others and knew their pride in his quick mastery over the simple tricks of sorcery. Though when such things are all that one knows the only limitations on one's mastery is the connection one has to the Bogan and Isan's was the strongest of his year's brood.
The arts of sorcery that the cult utilized carried a wide range of applications. The most notable being the ability to coerce the very matter of an object separating their forms. It was considered the greatest of the gifts though also took the greatest concentration. They had called it the art of weaving though other cultures who worked the gift called it the art of the small or molecular manipulation.
The art of weaving was of utmost importance to a young sorcerer of the cult and all lessons held in them some piece of the greater puzzle to strengthen the art. At first it manifested as the manipulation of already excited forms. Flammable material would combust or that which was already in process of change would accelerate its natural course.
In time the process became more refined and the young sorcerers would learn to purify the properties of a substance dispersing impurities from the greater whole. They focused with blood and acidic rains which were in plentiful supply to the cult. Toxins would be separated from the blood and the usually deadly water would become of potable stock.
Eventually solid substances could be manipulated and it was expected this stage to be achieved by the twelfth year of a child's life as this was the stage when the trial would be able to be accomplished. At this level the young sorcerers would be able to change the consistency of mater into another state or alter its density. The more gifted students could learn to subtly change density to push an object from a host object by causing a sort of ripple to bring the embeded object to the surface. Isan was one such pupil who's quick study and intuitive nature led him to devise methods of manipulation.
On the mark of his twelfth year Isan and the others of his brood were charged with a challenge. They escorted the youth from the city and along the shore of the Bay of Tears where at last they came to a series of caves. Knowing what he must do Isan entered a cave as they sealed the way with a heavy stone. He was to venture into the depths of this cavern and craft his talisman as a test of his worth. He would be required to use all aspects of the sorcery he had studied to complete this task. It was a challenge he was determined to not fail. Failure meant a turn on the sacrificial block.
Isan ventured into the cavern as he called forth illusionary sprites to light the cavern as he ventured forth. He could feel the dark-side radiating from the walls and floor of the cavern and as he ventured further the presence of Bogan only seemed to grow. He was in search of an item in particular. A stone that the cult had come to call an eye of bogan. They were in fact lignan crystal scattered into the caves by the early sith that had started the cult. In fact all the teachings of the cult were derived from sith lore and rituals only taken to the worship of the ancient concept of Bogan that was found in the Sith writings referring to ancient dark jedi cults. It was a true mixed mythos though one that took the supposed best of each concept. Though through the ages their form of sorcery lacked many of the spells the sith once held in their arsenal.
Isan closed his eyes and called out to the Bogan. He sought the eye and hoped that the response would be favorable. Indeed the eye responded. The crystal fed on his dark-side magic and sent back the call. It was concealed within a stalagmite mere feet before him. He focused his efforts drawing on the art of weaving to coerce the stone from its place within the stone and drew it to him through the force before cradling it in his grip.
Reacting to his use of the dark-side the stone shined with a deep crimson light as Isan gazed upon the eye. Though it was the core of what would be his talisman it was the simple part. From here he would have to craft the rest of the talisman showing understanding of the symbols of the cult by telling his tale and finding his own prophecy in the way of the Bogan. Failure would brand him as a heretic and show neglect of proper study. To focus purely on the power behind the art was to neglect its intelligence and to declare the Bogan as a tool instead of something to be respected. Isan had diligently studied the documents of the craft as much as he had the powers tied to it. He wove the two together well and often used chants to help focus the powers of the bogan.
Closing his eyes Isan reach out at the stalagmite that held the stone moments before. Using the art of weaving he grasped the stone making it malleable in his hand as he tore it away as if it were simply mud. It was then that he molded it into a mound upon the ground and returned the stone to the central point. The traced the stone over the crystal leaving it securely consumed before he placed two curved lines over it with the weakened stone to form the shape of an eye. Using his clawed nails he traced within the stone surrounding the eye shape ancient sygils speaking of his birth in darkness and his chosen place to sacrifice for bogan. He spoke of his studies and the weaving of the two. He allowed himself to enter a trance as he crafted and the eye began to glow as he wrote out the tale of his future as it came to him. What he wrote could be interpreted as him becoming a true sorcerer. Forsaking weapons and using the power of his sorcery to spread his message and overcome those who would challenge him. In the end he would stand as among the wisest in the eyes of the Bogan.
When at last he was done he lifted the talisman and looked through the back. The lignan crystal served as a lens shading the world in a rudy hue. Tracing his fingers along the back he framed the back of the crystal with the sygil of Bogan as the cultist interpreted it. It was the same sygil that was traced in blood at the sacrificial circle.
Isan emerged from the cave using the power of bogan to force the stone away with a strong push his physical form would be incapable of. It would not push the boulder far, but it was enough that the youth could escape the confines. He was the first to appear among the youths and as time drug on and the trial neared its end time of three days only three of the nine were to stand before the priests. Isan and two others had completed the trial and crafted a noble homage to Bogan. As a reward they were decorated in the tattoos of the cult. The white dust was ground deep into their flesh through the art of weaving where it would reside for the rest of their lives.
His years continued in training on his sorcery and working in the rituals. He had refined the art of weaving by the time he reach his twenty-fifth year and had learned to manipulate the forms so greatly he could change the properties of nearly anything even instilling into them properties that were otherwise unnatural. His focus on the art of weaving had in fact become so great that he had learned to channel the flow of the force giving his illusions a more substantial feel to those perceiving them through the force creating what the cult knew as perfect illusions. Forms of such perfect design that they almost held their own presence when under the scrutiny of another force user.
He had also delved deep into the world of illusion and mind weaving and had learned to channel greatly destructive forces with the wicked spells of the cult. He learned to channel the raw dark-side energies into a raw destructive form or to drain away the essence of a being. Under the careful instruction of the high priest he had even learned to combine his dark mental arts with the essence draining powers and siphon the knowledge from a being to further his own understanding. He was truly a sorcerer he felt as he was gifted the title on his twenty fifth birthday. Thirteen years after he had first crafted his talisman. The talisman that over his years of study had become quite atoned to him and focused with his own dark energies. It was his third eye. The gateway of understanding. Though it did not actually benefit him in his arts it was a definite tool for the processes he carried out.
On his twenty-sixth year the cult was shaken by a usurper. The high priest was murdered outside of the traditional challenge and the murderer had taken his place renouncing some of the teachings of Bogan. Isan felt no loyalty to this new order the usurper was building and so he conspired to steal the sacred texts. It took little time for him to find the chance. As they enacted a ritual without sacrifice Isan wove an intricate illusion placing himself among the circle as he slipped away. Quietly he slid the tomes from their place and tucked them under his arm before slipping from their temple and making his way along the Bay of Tears and deep into the cave system formed by the River Weeping. It was in those years he studied deeply the text and furthered his art of sorcery and understanding of the will of Bogan. He believed himself to have the supreme knowledge of the art of sorcery and to be the last to truly hold the teachings of Bogan sacred.
He had done well to hide himself from the cult. The dark-side energy which flowed through the planet had hidden him and Isan believed it was the will of Bogan. That he be saved from their wrath so that he may spread the teachings. Though he found no way to make it away. That is until his thirty-first year when he was granted a visitor.
The stranger told him they were seeking the Tomes of Bogan. Isan lied and told them that they were destroyed by the high priest and so he left the order. The tomes were hidden deep within the cave and concealed by Isan's use of the art of weaving. He asked the visitor why they searched for the tomes to receive the response that they wished to learn more. Isan struck a deal. He would teach them the arts of the sorcery if they visitor could take him from this world. It was agreed and soon he found himself exchanging knowledge with one who was seeking to become Sith. Understanding their roots were the same Isan retrieved the tomes and they left the planet in hopes of resurrecting the spirit of Bogan into this new Sith. Though he knew despite his long term study he was again simply a pupil.
Lightsaber: N/A
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Isan has never constructed or been exposed to a lightsaber. The culture he was taught in built talismans as a symbol of their faith and dedication.
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 8
Body: 1
Sense: 7
Protection: 3
Healing: 1
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills:
Art of the Small
Drain Knowledge
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -6
RP Sample:
"The Bogan will always accept you." Isan spoke to the captured Jedi Padawan. "It is bred from that which is within us all. The fear, the doubt, the hatred. It is the primordial force that has shaped the galaxy.
"But my master says...." The Padawan began to refute Isan's claim when Isan raised his hand cutting the words from the air as he used the bogan to silence the Padawan's mind.
"You're master may seem knowledged, yet he does not understand. To deny nature is to deny true understanding. These doubts and questions are the true guidance. It urges you to greater aspects. Greater knowledge and the means to understand that knowledge."
The Padawan's fear was rising as Isan came closer drawing a talisman from his pants. The Padawan was noticeably shaken. "Wh..what is that?"
"An Eye of Bogan. A talisman that will show you the way." He raised it before the face of the captive Padawan as he began to weave an illusion. One that he hoped would awaken a thirst for power within the youth. He showed the young Padawan himself aged five years wielding a lightsaber against two Jedi. He showed the Padawan the power he could wield. The strength of arms he could display. He showed him the confidence that he could have in the force.
The Padawan's body loosened up as the visions filled his mind. He saw the promises that this Bogan offered. It was the comfort of the dark-side. The comfort of freedom.
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 186 lbs.
Appearance: Straight black hair hangs below his shoulders framing his thin features. Dark eyes peer out from behind the dark locks framed by light colored tattoos. His thin arms are adorned with the light shaded tattoos about his bicep with a round sygil at his shoulder. His fingers end in darkly colored claw-like finger nails contributed to tattoos upon his nail beds and thick blood dried beneath the nails from various ritual work. Often he is seen wearing only dark pants though at times he will wear a light, flowing dark shirt. Though not always worn about his neck he always keeps a small talisman on his person.
Personality: A sorcerer in the purist sense of the word Isan considers the ritual work a vital part of maintaining his power. He is an isolationist who prefers to spend his time in academic and spiritual pursuits drawing up what he calls circles of power from the blood of sacrifice victims to commune with the Bogan, or dark-side of the force. He revels in spreading the corruption of the dark-side and displaying his true power in its arts.
Birth place: Bitter End, Vjun
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Prophet
Bio: (Note that though it's approaching his knowledge of the force as sorcery it isn't Sith Sorcery in total function. More standard force teachings that the cult refers to as sorcery)
Born on Vjun into a small group of dark side cultists Isan Goma was quickly recognized as a potential sorcerer of their dark arts. He was one of ten children born into the cult on that day at that time. Bred in the dark-side and nurtured from fertilization on those dark energies his mother was allowed only a diet of dark-side infused blood. From the moments he was able to understand he and the other children were taught the legendary mythos of the group and how to serve the Bogan.
On his third birthday he was brought to his first ritual where he observed the dark magics at work. Truly it was only illusion worked by the high priest of the order and fueled by the other practitioners of the cult. Though there was no mistaking its illusionary nature as harmless. The dark figure summoned by their sorcery chose among Isan and the other gathered children two of the youths. First was the sacrificial child. The one who was to serve by strengthening their dark rights. With a long, crooked finger the envision of the Bogan chose a small child. Weak in the force though still touched it was known he would not be a great asset to the cult if allowed to grow. The second child chosen was Isan. He was to be the enactor of the sacrificial ritual. The child chosen to carve the sacrifice and free the blood to fuel the ritual.
The two children moved forward and the sacrifice was lifted to lay on the stone. There was no fear in the child chosen as sacrifice. He was bred with the possibility of this service. Though as he was fastened to the stone he was bombarded by the dark consciousness of the cult instilling in him fear, pain, anger and all the emotions that the dark-side could promote. The sacrifice began to twist and scream attempting to break free. The high priest simply moved forward placing the obsidian blade into Isan's hand and nodded to him.
Isan looked down at the captive sacrifice and to the dagger in his hand. Knowing what was expected he followed their will perfectly. Lifting the blade he plunged it into the chest of the lad pushing down hard on the hilt as he held it with his other hand for stability. Quickly the ribcage split and the dagger plunged into the heart of the sacrifice ending his life. As Isan pulled back the dagger he moved his fingers into the blood pouring from the wound and traced them over his face leaving a crimson trail from his brow and over the bridge of his nose. Then his fingers traced over his outstretched tongue and the child smiled. He could taste the power flowing through the blood as it seeped out filling the carved trench of the ritual circle.
The cult chanted invoking the name of Bogan. The dark-side spirit was truly at work this night and would surely assure them three more years of growing power. The high priest touched Isan's shoulders and walked him to the center of the circle. He was the chosen of the ceremony and all knew it meant he was to one day become a true sorcerer.
The cult continued to teach the child the rituals and tenants of the Bogan. Their sorcery was strong and it was through this that the child gained power. At first it was simple acts of illusion and control. The flames would dance at his command or create illumination that would guide his way. He could read the emotions of others and knew their pride in his quick mastery over the simple tricks of sorcery. Though when such things are all that one knows the only limitations on one's mastery is the connection one has to the Bogan and Isan's was the strongest of his year's brood.
The arts of sorcery that the cult utilized carried a wide range of applications. The most notable being the ability to coerce the very matter of an object separating their forms. It was considered the greatest of the gifts though also took the greatest concentration. They had called it the art of weaving though other cultures who worked the gift called it the art of the small or molecular manipulation.
The art of weaving was of utmost importance to a young sorcerer of the cult and all lessons held in them some piece of the greater puzzle to strengthen the art. At first it manifested as the manipulation of already excited forms. Flammable material would combust or that which was already in process of change would accelerate its natural course.
In time the process became more refined and the young sorcerers would learn to purify the properties of a substance dispersing impurities from the greater whole. They focused with blood and acidic rains which were in plentiful supply to the cult. Toxins would be separated from the blood and the usually deadly water would become of potable stock.
Eventually solid substances could be manipulated and it was expected this stage to be achieved by the twelfth year of a child's life as this was the stage when the trial would be able to be accomplished. At this level the young sorcerers would be able to change the consistency of mater into another state or alter its density. The more gifted students could learn to subtly change density to push an object from a host object by causing a sort of ripple to bring the embeded object to the surface. Isan was one such pupil who's quick study and intuitive nature led him to devise methods of manipulation.
On the mark of his twelfth year Isan and the others of his brood were charged with a challenge. They escorted the youth from the city and along the shore of the Bay of Tears where at last they came to a series of caves. Knowing what he must do Isan entered a cave as they sealed the way with a heavy stone. He was to venture into the depths of this cavern and craft his talisman as a test of his worth. He would be required to use all aspects of the sorcery he had studied to complete this task. It was a challenge he was determined to not fail. Failure meant a turn on the sacrificial block.
Isan ventured into the cavern as he called forth illusionary sprites to light the cavern as he ventured forth. He could feel the dark-side radiating from the walls and floor of the cavern and as he ventured further the presence of Bogan only seemed to grow. He was in search of an item in particular. A stone that the cult had come to call an eye of bogan. They were in fact lignan crystal scattered into the caves by the early sith that had started the cult. In fact all the teachings of the cult were derived from sith lore and rituals only taken to the worship of the ancient concept of Bogan that was found in the Sith writings referring to ancient dark jedi cults. It was a true mixed mythos though one that took the supposed best of each concept. Though through the ages their form of sorcery lacked many of the spells the sith once held in their arsenal.
Isan closed his eyes and called out to the Bogan. He sought the eye and hoped that the response would be favorable. Indeed the eye responded. The crystal fed on his dark-side magic and sent back the call. It was concealed within a stalagmite mere feet before him. He focused his efforts drawing on the art of weaving to coerce the stone from its place within the stone and drew it to him through the force before cradling it in his grip.
Reacting to his use of the dark-side the stone shined with a deep crimson light as Isan gazed upon the eye. Though it was the core of what would be his talisman it was the simple part. From here he would have to craft the rest of the talisman showing understanding of the symbols of the cult by telling his tale and finding his own prophecy in the way of the Bogan. Failure would brand him as a heretic and show neglect of proper study. To focus purely on the power behind the art was to neglect its intelligence and to declare the Bogan as a tool instead of something to be respected. Isan had diligently studied the documents of the craft as much as he had the powers tied to it. He wove the two together well and often used chants to help focus the powers of the bogan.
Closing his eyes Isan reach out at the stalagmite that held the stone moments before. Using the art of weaving he grasped the stone making it malleable in his hand as he tore it away as if it were simply mud. It was then that he molded it into a mound upon the ground and returned the stone to the central point. The traced the stone over the crystal leaving it securely consumed before he placed two curved lines over it with the weakened stone to form the shape of an eye. Using his clawed nails he traced within the stone surrounding the eye shape ancient sygils speaking of his birth in darkness and his chosen place to sacrifice for bogan. He spoke of his studies and the weaving of the two. He allowed himself to enter a trance as he crafted and the eye began to glow as he wrote out the tale of his future as it came to him. What he wrote could be interpreted as him becoming a true sorcerer. Forsaking weapons and using the power of his sorcery to spread his message and overcome those who would challenge him. In the end he would stand as among the wisest in the eyes of the Bogan.
When at last he was done he lifted the talisman and looked through the back. The lignan crystal served as a lens shading the world in a rudy hue. Tracing his fingers along the back he framed the back of the crystal with the sygil of Bogan as the cultist interpreted it. It was the same sygil that was traced in blood at the sacrificial circle.
Isan emerged from the cave using the power of bogan to force the stone away with a strong push his physical form would be incapable of. It would not push the boulder far, but it was enough that the youth could escape the confines. He was the first to appear among the youths and as time drug on and the trial neared its end time of three days only three of the nine were to stand before the priests. Isan and two others had completed the trial and crafted a noble homage to Bogan. As a reward they were decorated in the tattoos of the cult. The white dust was ground deep into their flesh through the art of weaving where it would reside for the rest of their lives.
His years continued in training on his sorcery and working in the rituals. He had refined the art of weaving by the time he reach his twenty-fifth year and had learned to manipulate the forms so greatly he could change the properties of nearly anything even instilling into them properties that were otherwise unnatural. His focus on the art of weaving had in fact become so great that he had learned to channel the flow of the force giving his illusions a more substantial feel to those perceiving them through the force creating what the cult knew as perfect illusions. Forms of such perfect design that they almost held their own presence when under the scrutiny of another force user.
He had also delved deep into the world of illusion and mind weaving and had learned to channel greatly destructive forces with the wicked spells of the cult. He learned to channel the raw dark-side energies into a raw destructive form or to drain away the essence of a being. Under the careful instruction of the high priest he had even learned to combine his dark mental arts with the essence draining powers and siphon the knowledge from a being to further his own understanding. He was truly a sorcerer he felt as he was gifted the title on his twenty fifth birthday. Thirteen years after he had first crafted his talisman. The talisman that over his years of study had become quite atoned to him and focused with his own dark energies. It was his third eye. The gateway of understanding. Though it did not actually benefit him in his arts it was a definite tool for the processes he carried out.
On his twenty-sixth year the cult was shaken by a usurper. The high priest was murdered outside of the traditional challenge and the murderer had taken his place renouncing some of the teachings of Bogan. Isan felt no loyalty to this new order the usurper was building and so he conspired to steal the sacred texts. It took little time for him to find the chance. As they enacted a ritual without sacrifice Isan wove an intricate illusion placing himself among the circle as he slipped away. Quietly he slid the tomes from their place and tucked them under his arm before slipping from their temple and making his way along the Bay of Tears and deep into the cave system formed by the River Weeping. It was in those years he studied deeply the text and furthered his art of sorcery and understanding of the will of Bogan. He believed himself to have the supreme knowledge of the art of sorcery and to be the last to truly hold the teachings of Bogan sacred.
He had done well to hide himself from the cult. The dark-side energy which flowed through the planet had hidden him and Isan believed it was the will of Bogan. That he be saved from their wrath so that he may spread the teachings. Though he found no way to make it away. That is until his thirty-first year when he was granted a visitor.
The stranger told him they were seeking the Tomes of Bogan. Isan lied and told them that they were destroyed by the high priest and so he left the order. The tomes were hidden deep within the cave and concealed by Isan's use of the art of weaving. He asked the visitor why they searched for the tomes to receive the response that they wished to learn more. Isan struck a deal. He would teach them the arts of the sorcery if they visitor could take him from this world. It was agreed and soon he found himself exchanging knowledge with one who was seeking to become Sith. Understanding their roots were the same Isan retrieved the tomes and they left the planet in hopes of resurrecting the spirit of Bogan into this new Sith. Though he knew despite his long term study he was again simply a pupil.
Lightsaber: N/A
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Isan has never constructed or been exposed to a lightsaber. The culture he was taught in built talismans as a symbol of their faith and dedication.
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 8
Body: 1
Sense: 7
Protection: 3
Healing: 1
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills:
Art of the Small
Drain Knowledge
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -6
RP Sample:
"The Bogan will always accept you." Isan spoke to the captured Jedi Padawan. "It is bred from that which is within us all. The fear, the doubt, the hatred. It is the primordial force that has shaped the galaxy.
"But my master says...." The Padawan began to refute Isan's claim when Isan raised his hand cutting the words from the air as he used the bogan to silence the Padawan's mind.
"You're master may seem knowledged, yet he does not understand. To deny nature is to deny true understanding. These doubts and questions are the true guidance. It urges you to greater aspects. Greater knowledge and the means to understand that knowledge."
The Padawan's fear was rising as Isan came closer drawing a talisman from his pants. The Padawan was noticeably shaken. "Wh..what is that?"
"An Eye of Bogan. A talisman that will show you the way." He raised it before the face of the captive Padawan as he began to weave an illusion. One that he hoped would awaken a thirst for power within the youth. He showed the young Padawan himself aged five years wielding a lightsaber against two Jedi. He showed the Padawan the power he could wield. The strength of arms he could display. He showed him the confidence that he could have in the force.
The Padawan's body loosened up as the visions filled his mind. He saw the promises that this Bogan offered. It was the comfort of the dark-side. The comfort of freedom.
