Post by Jerek on Dec 26, 2008 19:14:51 GMT -5
Name: Jarael Orlryck
Race: Human
Age: 14
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 157 lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Jarael's life started out in a medical facility located on Coruscant. His father, a former Jedi Master and his mother, a Senator from Naboo, had been married for five years now. And, after nine long months, their baby was finally on its way. After four hours of labor, Ken Orlryck gave birth to a baby boy. Garme Orlryck looked down with a smile on his face.
The baby's bloodwork and other medical statistics came back half an hour later. The boy had medichlorians in his bloodstream, meaning he would have a connection with the Force. Garme looked at his wife. "The Jedi will come when he is five. But, I want him to become a Jedi. We must allow him to go with them." The woman nodded, beginning to cry.
Garme's prediction was true. Five years later, two Jedi Masters came to the Orlryck's apartment. After some discussion, the parents of Jarael agreed to allow the Jedi to take him away. Crying, Jarael went with the strange men in robes. He was taken before the council. They looked upon the small boy, seeming to ponder on him. They nodded, confirming he would be trained.
He was given Youngling robes and put in a class under a high-ranking Jedi Master. In that class he and other Younglings were lectured on the Force, taught about its meaning, its illustrious depths. They were also told about the different forms of Lightsaber Combat. Jarael was given a training saber after a few weeks.
He would finally be getting some combat training. His training in the Force grew more hands-on through the years. He began levitating items as test of his abilities, put through obstacle courses. He also, of course, trained in the foothold of all Lightsaber Combat, Shii-cho. He trained and trained through the years. After five years of this training and testing, Jarael would start sparring against others at his rank.
Surprisingly, Jarael had a grasp on the knowledge he was taught. He remembered the Jedi Code word for word, he remembered all the techniques he was taught as well. His blue training saber blade slashed through the air as he parried a blow from the other Youngling. Two jedi Masters looked on at the sparring match.
Using his molded ability in physical Force training, Jarael flipped backward, landing precariously on his feet. He had been one of the best at the obstacle courses. He blocked another blow, then sent a small wave of the Force crashing into the boy he was sparring against. It took him by surprise. The boy flew back a few feet, landing on his back. A Master held up a hand, stopping the sparring match. Jarael bowed, then flicked off the blue training saber.
Jarael's last three years of the rank as Youngling seemed the longest years of his training. He continued his training. He studied into many techniques of the Force. Then, when it finally came time for him to receive a Master, Jarael was excited. His hair was cut short, except for a few strands, which were kept long and braided. A traditional Padawan haircut. Now, he waits for a Master.
Lightsaber: Personal one not yet made, but has a training one
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 1
Body: 4
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction:
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: +3
Race: Human
Age: 14
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 157 lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Jarael's life started out in a medical facility located on Coruscant. His father, a former Jedi Master and his mother, a Senator from Naboo, had been married for five years now. And, after nine long months, their baby was finally on its way. After four hours of labor, Ken Orlryck gave birth to a baby boy. Garme Orlryck looked down with a smile on his face.
The baby's bloodwork and other medical statistics came back half an hour later. The boy had medichlorians in his bloodstream, meaning he would have a connection with the Force. Garme looked at his wife. "The Jedi will come when he is five. But, I want him to become a Jedi. We must allow him to go with them." The woman nodded, beginning to cry.
Garme's prediction was true. Five years later, two Jedi Masters came to the Orlryck's apartment. After some discussion, the parents of Jarael agreed to allow the Jedi to take him away. Crying, Jarael went with the strange men in robes. He was taken before the council. They looked upon the small boy, seeming to ponder on him. They nodded, confirming he would be trained.
He was given Youngling robes and put in a class under a high-ranking Jedi Master. In that class he and other Younglings were lectured on the Force, taught about its meaning, its illustrious depths. They were also told about the different forms of Lightsaber Combat. Jarael was given a training saber after a few weeks.
He would finally be getting some combat training. His training in the Force grew more hands-on through the years. He began levitating items as test of his abilities, put through obstacle courses. He also, of course, trained in the foothold of all Lightsaber Combat, Shii-cho. He trained and trained through the years. After five years of this training and testing, Jarael would start sparring against others at his rank.
Surprisingly, Jarael had a grasp on the knowledge he was taught. He remembered the Jedi Code word for word, he remembered all the techniques he was taught as well. His blue training saber blade slashed through the air as he parried a blow from the other Youngling. Two jedi Masters looked on at the sparring match.
Using his molded ability in physical Force training, Jarael flipped backward, landing precariously on his feet. He had been one of the best at the obstacle courses. He blocked another blow, then sent a small wave of the Force crashing into the boy he was sparring against. It took him by surprise. The boy flew back a few feet, landing on his back. A Master held up a hand, stopping the sparring match. Jarael bowed, then flicked off the blue training saber.
Jarael's last three years of the rank as Youngling seemed the longest years of his training. He continued his training. He studied into many techniques of the Force. Then, when it finally came time for him to receive a Master, Jarael was excited. His hair was cut short, except for a few strands, which were kept long and braided. A traditional Padawan haircut. Now, he waits for a Master.
Lightsaber: Personal one not yet made, but has a training one
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 1
Body: 4
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction:
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 0
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: +3
