Post by fleur on Sept 7, 2011 18:20:53 GMT -5
Name: Rhyla Levant
Race: Echani
Age: 15
Height: 1.59 M
Weight: 60 Kilos
Appearance: Ryla is still yet a teenager, and to another teenager would most likely be considered attractive. She has defined, but not sharp features and a mostly clear complexion, though she tends to break out on her forehead during stressful periods. Her hair is snow white (species characteristic) and she wears it cut short to her head. Ryla's eyes are a pale blue, all of which adds to her pale complexion. Her left eyebrow has a small bald spot in the shape of a line.
Personality: Ryla is a person who is unsure of herself in all that she does, but does her best to project the exact opposite. She attempts to seem superior and haughty, but she can't always keep herself in check, especially when she's stressed out. Ryla has a cruel streak and can become quite sadistic in times of emotional turmoil, but she can't help but regret the things she has done. She has alot of compassion and love inside her, but it is balanced by hatred aimed first at others, and then at herself. Ryla is melancholy and serious for the most part, but when put with the right people is capable of near hyperactivity and almost zero inhibitions.
Birth place: Ensolica
Faction: Sith order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: N/A
Previous Rank: Force sensitive
Bio: Ryla was born in a city of carved out of the ice, by name Selvetica, on Ensolica, to her parents Shyla and Rhybek Levant. Her first eight years of life were spent there, in the loving embrace of her mother. Rhyla's father was usually only seen in the house no more than two days a week, because, following the Echani tradition, Rhybek was a warrior. Although he was absent often and predisposed to coldness and cruelty, a by-product of constant battle, Rhybek was generally speaking kind to his daughter and loved her dearly.Rhyla loved her father just as much as he loved her, but Rhyla could not help but feel a measure of bitterness towards him, for being gone so often.
As the years went by, and Ryla began her first training at the hands of her mother at the age of four, Rhybek was slowly deteriorating due to a parasite in his blood stream that he had picked up from drinking stagnant water in the badlands of Onderon.Rhybek would always say that when he stepped out of the city of Onderon to chase a wanted criminal, it was the worst decision he had ever made. So, because they deemed him unfit, Rhybek could get less and less jobs. Finally, the local bounty hunting office refused to give him assignments, so the family packed up and moved to Dantooine, when Rhyla was only eight. Rhybek knew that there was plenty of work to be found there exterminating beast, even though he considered such work below him. Rhybek took the blow to his pride, because his family had to eat. Although the family would make regular visits to their Ensolica for the next five years, Rhyla would never quite adjust to Dantooine.
Rhyla had quick reflexes, and could predict her opponents next move, better than any other Echani of her age either parent had ever seen. Of course, prediction was part of the curriculum. Still, she took to it like a fish to the water. The only part of training that Rhyla never took to very well was thinking ahead, weighing options, strategizing. She isn't stupid, as a matter of fact she is quite intelligent. She just refused to take the time to develop things she didn't think were important, like forethought, or history. The harsh regimens of conditioning, sparring, and the occasional Tuk'ata raid, althought they put her in prime condition, kept her life busy, and full of hardship. Although she never complained, she felt a little angry. She never had time to make friends, and as a result she was shunned by the other children, singled out for her snow white hair and parent's reputations as warriors, barbarians even.
She quickly progressed, Nevertheless. and by the time she was ten, was begging to come on assignments with her father. Rhybek never would allow that, and instead gave Rhyla her first real sword. Rhyla would always remember that moment, one of her clearest memories of her father. Soon after, Shyla began teaching Rhyla how to pilot both their speeder bike and their ship. At the age of eleven, Rhybeks parasites finally caught up with him. During one of his routine kinrath extermination runs, his heart spasmed and he fell unconscious, allowing the Kinrath to finish the job.
Rhyla was deeply affected by Rhybeks death, and sought solace in her mother. None was to be found. Shyla had to go off to work to support them, and as a result, Rhyla was left alone for most of her time, so she took to exploring all over Dantooine and the Khoonda establishment, occasionally going to the enclave, just to be close. Just to see what the jedi's lives would be like. Rhyla's mother didn't like jedi, having brushed with them a few times, usually because her mercenary work had not been strictly legal all the time, unlike Rhybek's. Still, shyla respected their power, and this was about the attitude Rhyla had, with a bit of curiosity thrown in.
On one such trip, while sitting outside and wondering at the grand, serene area, Rhyla met a jedi who was call "Knight Jestar". Rhyla could only guess as to why he decided to speak with her, but he was a nice enough man. He talked to her about the history of the temple, about how it had been ruined and rebuilt, about how it had been where Darth Revan trained. In the end, Jestar chose to reveal to her that she was force sensitive, but that it was little more than an interesting fact because she was to old to be trained. Rhyla went home that night with no plans in her head, but she would never forget that.
Over the next two months, two major things happened. The first was, she celebrated her fifteenth birthday, and the second was, she decided that since she was force sensitive, she would try to teach herself how to use the force. After all, she how hard could it be? She had heard the jedi meditated alot, and figured that would be a good place to start. She had almost zero percent success, of course, not being able to even move a leaf after two months of focusing on moving a leaf with her mind. Not a wobble. She did think that it was very slightly easier to read her mothers moves in combat, but it was so slight it could have been her imagination.
When Shyla was taken prisoner for attempted assasination of the head of a major farming family on dantooine (commisioned by another family),by a jedi, no less, It was the last straw for Rhyla. Several people came to her house, planning to take her into custody so that she could be taken care of, but Rhyla didn't want to be taken care of. Rhyla packed her bags and confronted the three men who had come to take her, telling them that she was leaving whether they like it or not. When the only armed man among them attempted to detain her after a heated argument, he came to know the tip of Rhylas knife much to well for his tastes. The other two men made little attempt to stop her, and she made it to her mothers ship without further incident. She knew that she would havet to get off planet soon, because the two men she had let live would undoubtedly have comlinked in support.
When Rhyla lifted the ship up into the sky, she could think of nowhere to go. She couldn't go back to Ensolica, that was the first place anyone would look. She decided on another place she had heard much about. A lthough this planet was a source of pain, it was all she could think of. When she finally got into space, she jumped to the legendary world of Onderon.
The first thing that happened when Rhyla got there was bad news. Her ship wasn't registered as even existing, an the onderonians would not let her land. She was forced to land in the badlands, as she didn't have enough feul for another jump. She was just outside the city, but it could have been a parsec. They would let her in the city normally of course... Except that it was night, and no one lets random strangers in their city in the dead of night. But on this night, a stroke of luck was waiting. She was not alone out there. A devaronian male happened upon her clearing, and Rhyla went to him, thinking to ask for atleast some food, which she hadn't packed in her rush. But this devaronian offered something better. When Rhyla reached him, she discovered why he was there. The devaronian couldn't land in the city for the same reason as her, and so had been heading for the city. She asked him why, and he answered that he was recruiting people like her. People who wanted power... and were force sensitive. Rhyla went with him, after he promised training in the force, figuring she had nothing else left to lose.
Lightsaber: Single blade
Color: Teal
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 1
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 1
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength:5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 7
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: -2
RP Sample:
"Hey! HEY!" Rhyla shouted as she ran up to the tall devaronian, who was clad in black yet still didn't seem intimidating. The devaronian snapped his head towards her, and immediately seemed to recognize something. Something good, by the look on his face. The devaronian definitely didn't recognize her, but something about her. Whatever it was, it set Rhyla a little on edge. Still, she showed no nerves as she finally reached him.
"What are you doing out here, all alone?" He asked, not sounding concerned, or even sinister, just a tad bit surprised. On closer inspection, He looked like no stranger to combat, with several small chips taken out of his horns and quite a few scars. He had no recent injuries, however, so she probably wasn't in too much danger, or atleast Rhyla thought so.
"I'm stuck outside the city! I wasn't able to get in by ship, and I'll have to wait until morning before I can get in on foot." She explained hurriedly, so that she could as him the golden question, if he had food.
" What a coincidence. Thats about my situation summed up. Why are you going into the city, anyway?" He asked her.
"Well... just because... What are YOU doing here?" Rhyla fired back. She didn't like to be asked questions she had no answer for.
"Me? I here to recruit people, people with certain qualities. Determination, strength, preferably young... and most of all, force sensitive. People like you." The devaronian said, and then carefully gauged her reaction.
"What? Are you a jedi?" Rhyla asked. This was... surprising, to make a gross understatement. The only way he would know that she was force sensitive was if he was a trained force-user. Although he fit the part in some ways, Rhyla had never heard of a jedi that wore black robes. No, this was no jedi. The question was, what was he?
"No. I am something much more than a jedi. What we can teach you is so much more. We can give you power, power over anything... even over life, and death, perhaps. We can take you to great heights the jedi only dream of. We can give you the power of the dark." The devaronian said with a smile. He even used the force, just a bit, very subtly, to push her mind into being interested, although it seemed she already was.
"You can give me power to do anything?" Rhyla asked, thinking of all the possibilities, all the options. She could go back and save her mom. She could go back to Selvetica and be treated like a queen, and no one could stop her and Shyla from having a great life. Things could go back to like they were when she was young. If Rhyla ever got the tasted for more more, well then, she could take it.
"Yes. With time, anything."
Without another word, the decision was made. They flew out of Onderon that night abandoning her mothers ship. She could come back for it one day. Besides, she had a whole new life ahead of her. One of the fine things, one of happiness.
Race: Echani
Age: 15
Height: 1.59 M
Weight: 60 Kilos
Appearance: Ryla is still yet a teenager, and to another teenager would most likely be considered attractive. She has defined, but not sharp features and a mostly clear complexion, though she tends to break out on her forehead during stressful periods. Her hair is snow white (species characteristic) and she wears it cut short to her head. Ryla's eyes are a pale blue, all of which adds to her pale complexion. Her left eyebrow has a small bald spot in the shape of a line.
Personality: Ryla is a person who is unsure of herself in all that she does, but does her best to project the exact opposite. She attempts to seem superior and haughty, but she can't always keep herself in check, especially when she's stressed out. Ryla has a cruel streak and can become quite sadistic in times of emotional turmoil, but she can't help but regret the things she has done. She has alot of compassion and love inside her, but it is balanced by hatred aimed first at others, and then at herself. Ryla is melancholy and serious for the most part, but when put with the right people is capable of near hyperactivity and almost zero inhibitions.
Birth place: Ensolica
Faction: Sith order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: N/A
Previous Rank: Force sensitive
Bio: Ryla was born in a city of carved out of the ice, by name Selvetica, on Ensolica, to her parents Shyla and Rhybek Levant. Her first eight years of life were spent there, in the loving embrace of her mother. Rhyla's father was usually only seen in the house no more than two days a week, because, following the Echani tradition, Rhybek was a warrior. Although he was absent often and predisposed to coldness and cruelty, a by-product of constant battle, Rhybek was generally speaking kind to his daughter and loved her dearly.Rhyla loved her father just as much as he loved her, but Rhyla could not help but feel a measure of bitterness towards him, for being gone so often.
As the years went by, and Ryla began her first training at the hands of her mother at the age of four, Rhybek was slowly deteriorating due to a parasite in his blood stream that he had picked up from drinking stagnant water in the badlands of Onderon.Rhybek would always say that when he stepped out of the city of Onderon to chase a wanted criminal, it was the worst decision he had ever made. So, because they deemed him unfit, Rhybek could get less and less jobs. Finally, the local bounty hunting office refused to give him assignments, so the family packed up and moved to Dantooine, when Rhyla was only eight. Rhybek knew that there was plenty of work to be found there exterminating beast, even though he considered such work below him. Rhybek took the blow to his pride, because his family had to eat. Although the family would make regular visits to their Ensolica for the next five years, Rhyla would never quite adjust to Dantooine.
Rhyla had quick reflexes, and could predict her opponents next move, better than any other Echani of her age either parent had ever seen. Of course, prediction was part of the curriculum. Still, she took to it like a fish to the water. The only part of training that Rhyla never took to very well was thinking ahead, weighing options, strategizing. She isn't stupid, as a matter of fact she is quite intelligent. She just refused to take the time to develop things she didn't think were important, like forethought, or history. The harsh regimens of conditioning, sparring, and the occasional Tuk'ata raid, althought they put her in prime condition, kept her life busy, and full of hardship. Although she never complained, she felt a little angry. She never had time to make friends, and as a result she was shunned by the other children, singled out for her snow white hair and parent's reputations as warriors, barbarians even.
She quickly progressed, Nevertheless. and by the time she was ten, was begging to come on assignments with her father. Rhybek never would allow that, and instead gave Rhyla her first real sword. Rhyla would always remember that moment, one of her clearest memories of her father. Soon after, Shyla began teaching Rhyla how to pilot both their speeder bike and their ship. At the age of eleven, Rhybeks parasites finally caught up with him. During one of his routine kinrath extermination runs, his heart spasmed and he fell unconscious, allowing the Kinrath to finish the job.
Rhyla was deeply affected by Rhybeks death, and sought solace in her mother. None was to be found. Shyla had to go off to work to support them, and as a result, Rhyla was left alone for most of her time, so she took to exploring all over Dantooine and the Khoonda establishment, occasionally going to the enclave, just to be close. Just to see what the jedi's lives would be like. Rhyla's mother didn't like jedi, having brushed with them a few times, usually because her mercenary work had not been strictly legal all the time, unlike Rhybek's. Still, shyla respected their power, and this was about the attitude Rhyla had, with a bit of curiosity thrown in.
On one such trip, while sitting outside and wondering at the grand, serene area, Rhyla met a jedi who was call "Knight Jestar". Rhyla could only guess as to why he decided to speak with her, but he was a nice enough man. He talked to her about the history of the temple, about how it had been ruined and rebuilt, about how it had been where Darth Revan trained. In the end, Jestar chose to reveal to her that she was force sensitive, but that it was little more than an interesting fact because she was to old to be trained. Rhyla went home that night with no plans in her head, but she would never forget that.
Over the next two months, two major things happened. The first was, she celebrated her fifteenth birthday, and the second was, she decided that since she was force sensitive, she would try to teach herself how to use the force. After all, she how hard could it be? She had heard the jedi meditated alot, and figured that would be a good place to start. She had almost zero percent success, of course, not being able to even move a leaf after two months of focusing on moving a leaf with her mind. Not a wobble. She did think that it was very slightly easier to read her mothers moves in combat, but it was so slight it could have been her imagination.
When Shyla was taken prisoner for attempted assasination of the head of a major farming family on dantooine (commisioned by another family),by a jedi, no less, It was the last straw for Rhyla. Several people came to her house, planning to take her into custody so that she could be taken care of, but Rhyla didn't want to be taken care of. Rhyla packed her bags and confronted the three men who had come to take her, telling them that she was leaving whether they like it or not. When the only armed man among them attempted to detain her after a heated argument, he came to know the tip of Rhylas knife much to well for his tastes. The other two men made little attempt to stop her, and she made it to her mothers ship without further incident. She knew that she would havet to get off planet soon, because the two men she had let live would undoubtedly have comlinked in support.
When Rhyla lifted the ship up into the sky, she could think of nowhere to go. She couldn't go back to Ensolica, that was the first place anyone would look. She decided on another place she had heard much about. A lthough this planet was a source of pain, it was all she could think of. When she finally got into space, she jumped to the legendary world of Onderon.
The first thing that happened when Rhyla got there was bad news. Her ship wasn't registered as even existing, an the onderonians would not let her land. She was forced to land in the badlands, as she didn't have enough feul for another jump. She was just outside the city, but it could have been a parsec. They would let her in the city normally of course... Except that it was night, and no one lets random strangers in their city in the dead of night. But on this night, a stroke of luck was waiting. She was not alone out there. A devaronian male happened upon her clearing, and Rhyla went to him, thinking to ask for atleast some food, which she hadn't packed in her rush. But this devaronian offered something better. When Rhyla reached him, she discovered why he was there. The devaronian couldn't land in the city for the same reason as her, and so had been heading for the city. She asked him why, and he answered that he was recruiting people like her. People who wanted power... and were force sensitive. Rhyla went with him, after he promised training in the force, figuring she had nothing else left to lose.
Lightsaber: Single blade
Color: Teal
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 1
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 1
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength:5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 7
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: -2
RP Sample:
"Hey! HEY!" Rhyla shouted as she ran up to the tall devaronian, who was clad in black yet still didn't seem intimidating. The devaronian snapped his head towards her, and immediately seemed to recognize something. Something good, by the look on his face. The devaronian definitely didn't recognize her, but something about her. Whatever it was, it set Rhyla a little on edge. Still, she showed no nerves as she finally reached him.
"What are you doing out here, all alone?" He asked, not sounding concerned, or even sinister, just a tad bit surprised. On closer inspection, He looked like no stranger to combat, with several small chips taken out of his horns and quite a few scars. He had no recent injuries, however, so she probably wasn't in too much danger, or atleast Rhyla thought so.
"I'm stuck outside the city! I wasn't able to get in by ship, and I'll have to wait until morning before I can get in on foot." She explained hurriedly, so that she could as him the golden question, if he had food.
" What a coincidence. Thats about my situation summed up. Why are you going into the city, anyway?" He asked her.
"Well... just because... What are YOU doing here?" Rhyla fired back. She didn't like to be asked questions she had no answer for.
"Me? I here to recruit people, people with certain qualities. Determination, strength, preferably young... and most of all, force sensitive. People like you." The devaronian said, and then carefully gauged her reaction.
"What? Are you a jedi?" Rhyla asked. This was... surprising, to make a gross understatement. The only way he would know that she was force sensitive was if he was a trained force-user. Although he fit the part in some ways, Rhyla had never heard of a jedi that wore black robes. No, this was no jedi. The question was, what was he?
"No. I am something much more than a jedi. What we can teach you is so much more. We can give you power, power over anything... even over life, and death, perhaps. We can take you to great heights the jedi only dream of. We can give you the power of the dark." The devaronian said with a smile. He even used the force, just a bit, very subtly, to push her mind into being interested, although it seemed she already was.
"You can give me power to do anything?" Rhyla asked, thinking of all the possibilities, all the options. She could go back and save her mom. She could go back to Selvetica and be treated like a queen, and no one could stop her and Shyla from having a great life. Things could go back to like they were when she was young. If Rhyla ever got the tasted for more more, well then, she could take it.
"Yes. With time, anything."
Without another word, the decision was made. They flew out of Onderon that night abandoning her mothers ship. She could come back for it one day. Besides, she had a whole new life ahead of her. One of the fine things, one of happiness.
