Post by Dalton on Feb 5, 2012 12:16:51 GMT -5
Name: Koth-Durr (Prefers Koth)
Race: Zabrak (Iridonian)
Age: 19
Height: 6'2" (74")
Weight: 208lbs
Appearance:
Koth has a tall and muscular build, with slight scarring on his back and right shoulder. He has a light red skin tone, with patches of yellow on his chest and face, with purple eyes. Ontop of his head is an array of six short horns, and started to sharpened his yellow teeth around the age of fifteen.
He is usually in some sort of lose fitting light grey robes and hood, with a single black stripe going down the back and front.
Personality: Independent, arrogant, determined and sarcastic are the traits that make up the bulk of his personality. Though he does have a sweet spot for small, carnivorous animals. He usually walks about with a sense of accomplishment, even if he has done nothing. He will almost always put his two cents into anything, even if it isn't his place to do so. He isn't much for teamwork, preferring to go at almost anything alone.
He prefers the simple things in life. This goes true with food, drinks, and woman. Born and raised in Iridonia, he still finds Zabrack women unattractive and prefers human women.
He dislikes loud music, bright clothing, and wimpy people. His loyalty goes to himself first and then, if he has one, his Master.
Birth place: Iridonia
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Acolyte
Bio: Nineteen years ago on a deadly and inhospitable planet in the Mid Rim of the galaxy, young Koth-Durr was born to the parents of Idillac and Bour-Durr. He was the only child to his parents, and his relationship with the Force was discovered at a fairly young age. His parents tried to hide it, but as he grew older they feared that he would be taken away from them to the Jedi Temple. So at the age of the two they took him deep into forest that was on the other side of the canyon where their village was, they've heard of an elder Iridonian who took in a few gifted children at a time. The woman has terms, harsh ones at that. She was always at risk for haboring the children, so she had to make sure she was safe. Leave Koth-Durr there and never return back there until he was 18. After discussing this among themselves they decided to take their chances with their son staying with them at the village. Blassi, the Iridonian elder woman, was upset they did not take her offer for she could sense that Koth had a gift and she wanted to mold his mind and powers. She wasn't letting the young boy get away, at any cost. As Koth's parents were turning and walking away Blassi struck out with a hidden saber, the purple blade slashing through both parents within mere second. She had killed both of them. Young Koth was frightened, but Blassi told him it was for his own good and he had to stay with her and the other children now. Koth-Durr was now a student of Blassi, the Iridonian elder. Blassi hid the bodies a hundred feet from the temple, not fearing the authorites for the bodies would soon be eaten and then there would be no proof they were even there.
Over the next few years she would teach him, along with two other children who were Force sensitive, about the history of the Force and the significance of it relating to the Iridonians. The woman didn't actually teach them how to use their powers, just the history behind them. She was an elderly woman, close to 90 years of age. She was kind, but stern and the history her eyes told were that of pain and a hard life. She never spoke of her past, saying it was irrelevant to their teachings and that they shouldn't dabble in other's business. So as the years past, Koth and other children read from the holograms the woman had in the temple and listened to her stories. Though it wasn't required, Koth began to work his body along with his mind. He wanted physical strenght and speed instead of just mental skill. Every evening, after Blassi's teachings, he did several hours of cardio and strenght training. He had a daily regiment of push ups, sit ups, curls, pull ups, finger grip training, jogging, and would always finish up with his favor thing to do; tree climbing.
The day Koth-Durr turned seven he decided it was time to stop learning about the Force and actually try to harness it and use it to his advantage. He wandered the ruined temple until he found Blassie and began to tell her what had been on his mind for the last few days. He wanted to be like one of Jedi in her story, but not for any order, but for himself. She began to explain to him that he was not going to be like one of the Jedi in the holograms, but not evil like the Sith. He needed to learn patience or he would never reach his potential and thus would eventually be useless as both Jedi and Sith. She urged him to sit beside her and she would elaborate on her past, she found it a little unfair to know most of his life and him none of her's.
She explained that several years ago, in fact decades ago, she was took to the Jedi Temple for training at the age of two. She spent most of her young life there, learning from the greatest Jedi of her time. She was around average with saber and force techinque but excelled at learning the history of almost everything she read about. She loved it. But when she was thirteen and her Master was killed on a mission it devastated her, so bad infact that she snuck out of the temple and ran away forever. She was on her own for a few months before she ran into another Jedi desertionist, but she was 26 and a Knight. After explaining why they both ran away they deemed it better to stick together and she would Blassi would be her Apprentice. As the years grew on the woman decided they needed somewhere to call home and Blassi, now being 22, insisted on her homeworld of Iridonia. Mid Rim world, lots of potential for students, not the nicest of planets, but the woman agreed. It took them another 5 years before they found the abandoned temple where Blassi resigned now. They immediantly began searching nearby villages and city for pupils, but now that Blassi was a Knight and the woman, learning even more from the holograms in the temple was a Master they would both only take on one youngling at a time. This was fine over the years until Blassi noticed that something had changed over time with her friend, she had began to teach her pupil how to Force Choke, Force Lightening, and other things that weren't Jedi tricks. The woman stated that she wasn't evil, just merely widening her array of weapons and techinques. Blassi accepted her reasons and also began to learn, yet again, from her friend and after enough years also taught her pupils these not so Jedi Force powers. Years and years went by, generally the students leaving by age 30, until all the Dark Jedi pupils were gone and Blassi's friend had died of old age and this is where she was know. Teaching a few Iridonians Force History alone without her only friend in the world.
Koth-Durr had sympathized with her, but also mentioned he wanted more then to just learn these powers. He wanted to be her Apprentice. Years without one had left an empty stop in both of her two hearts, and he wa yearning to teach ago so she agreed to teach him the basics in saber wielding and Force techniques. Over the next few years he would meet her every night in an abandoned room close to the top of the temple, where Blassi kept a few stun sabers and actual sabers, and she would go over the basics of everything he would need to know. This included saber wielding, basic saber attacks and defence, saber stances, and force powers. She had decided only to teach him the basics of Shii-Cho Form for now and eventually went on to teach him more.
This went on for many years until he was 15, he had learned a great deal from the woman. The other students had also gradually started to learn from her, but Koth being as persistant as he was, had gotten a great headstart over the others. Though one night during his training the woman told him he had a task ahead of him, to prove his loyalty to hear he must kill all of the other younglings. Doing this would earn him the spot of her Acolyte, thus unlocking new secrets to him that she had been withholding until he had reached a certain age. Koth was hesitant at first, but the temptations of learning the secrets of unlocking the powers inside of him were too great. He accepted her proposal, took a saber from Blassi's hand, and headed down to the lower base of the temple to where the other children were. The other children were standing in the middle of the temple room, reading out of holograms and sparring with sticks to pass the time. Koth was the only one proficient enough in saber use to actually wield a real one, not a stun saber. He switched the saber on, the blue jet of light shot out and a grim face appeared over his own. After close to a minute or two of fight all of the children were dead. The woman had been watching the entire scene, and after Koth had killed the children she approached him with her old saber and a robe. The saber was plain, silver-colored hilt with a single gold stub at the bottom, but it was the color of the saber crystal that attracted his attention. Dark purple, similar colored to his own eyes. Koth returned the blue saber and accepted the new, purple one. Now that he had done her bidding Koth was now free to learn more of her advanced teachings and had been given his own, personal saber. But, now Blassi's true purpose had been revealed as he told Koth that he was now going to be training not for himself but for her. He was going to be Blassi's Apprentice, training under her so that he could do her bidding. Killing the children proved he was willing to do anything for her and surviving the task proved he was also the strongest of the them all. His new training would start immediantly and Blassi deemed him ready to began teach him the basics of Makashi and a rather unique Force trick called Force Cloak. With years and years to master, Force Cloak can be used to occasionally use the Force to hide one's self or someone else and alo objects and items. Blassi had learned this from her previous Master over 70 years ago when she reached the rank of Knight. Every night young Koth would sit in his room, concetrating his mind and powers on a small hologram, trying to cloak it with it's surrounding. Over the years as he began to master cloaking smaller objects he gradually went on to bigger objects until he started to try cloaking himself. But with Blassi's tips and pointers he began to cloak parts of himself until he was able to hide his entire body from someone else's eyes.
Koth's training went on undisturbed for years, he enjoyed every minute of his life up until he had turned 19 and his mentor, Blassi, died of old age. Though she had taught him a great deal in the last 17 years, aspects of both the Light and Dark Sides of the Force, Koth-Durr was sure the woman had more to teach him but he knew he wouldn't find out. Not from her at any rate. He decided his only chance was to find another mentor, who wouldn't give him up to the Jedi. But before he left he decided to give her a proper funeral, he sat her on one of the crumbling alters in the ruined temple and sat aflame to her body.
As he set out from the temple he knew what Blassi had did to his parents all those years ago but he didn't care what had happened to them, they were going to try and stop Blassi from teaching him. He was, infact, glad she killed them because now he was stronger than both of them could ever wish to be. Now he was off to find a new Master, someone willing to teach him what they knew in order for him to complete his training. Would he find someone? Possibly. There had to be others out there teaching in secret. Who would it be and where, that is the real question. He may not even find some. But now he was off in search, where it would take him no one knows but the Force.
Lightsaber: Single-bladed, silver hilt with a gold stud on the bottom.
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi: 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 6
Body: 4
Sense: 5
Protection: 3
Healing: 4
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Force Cloak
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: -3
RP Sample: The temple was dark, the little light there was seemed to dance on the walls as it came through the single opening at the mouth of the temple. The room was massive, crumbling alters on either side lined the walls. Maybe it was used for ceremonial purposes by his ancestors in the days of old. He didn't know, all he did know was that he was about to kill a boy so he could ensure his place at Blassi's side. Was it right? Probably not, but Koth didn't care. Just the thought of being able to use the Force to bend others to his will and accomplish things other deemed impossible had him in such a trance he didn't notice the other boy wielding what appeared to be a metal rod standing silently at the mouth of the temple.
The heavy breathing of the other boy soon aroused Koth's ears as he looked over and saw him. He was about the same height and weight as Koth, but a year or two older. Koth stood up, faced the boy and the grim look on the other boy's face soon matched the one on Koth's. They both knew what would happen, both promised the same deal by Blassi, only one would walk out of the temple alive.
Seconds felt like hours as they just stood, starring one another down until the boy ran at Koth with the rod in both hands. Koth matched the boy and took a run at him, empty handed. They met in the middle of the room and the boy swung the rod with all his might at Koth, meeting Koth's arm and casuing him to fall from the blow. He attempted to strike him again while he layed on his back, but Koth rolled barely escaping another hit with by the rod. He then quickly kicked the back of the boy's leg twice, causing him to buckle and fall. The rod rolled out of his hand and Koth proceeded to jump up and over the boy to get the weapon, but the boy grabbed him foot and slammed him down ontop of him and hit Koth with a couple hooks to his side.
Koth had been in a few fights, but none to the death and none with rules, so he decided all was fair in times of war. He grabbed a hand full of dirt on the ground and threw it with intensity at the boy's face, blinding him for just long enough so Koth to get on top of the boy and hit him in the face like a crazed, hungry, feral animal. The boy began to bleed from the nose and mouth, the sight of that much blood stunned Koth. Could he really kill the boy? They weren't friends but grew up together in the temple and he was going to kill him! While Koth was deep into the thought for a few moments, the boy realized the beating had stuf and grabbed Koth by the neck and slapped him in the face. This woke Koth from thought and decided to kill the boy while he had the advantage. He rammed his forearm into the boy's neck as hard as he could and applied it with all the pressure he could find in himself. After the seconds grew long the hold on Koth's neck weakened and the boy started going limp, and as the seconds turned into minutes the boy laid there, devoid of all life.
Race: Zabrak (Iridonian)
Age: 19
Height: 6'2" (74")
Weight: 208lbs
Appearance:
Koth has a tall and muscular build, with slight scarring on his back and right shoulder. He has a light red skin tone, with patches of yellow on his chest and face, with purple eyes. Ontop of his head is an array of six short horns, and started to sharpened his yellow teeth around the age of fifteen.
He is usually in some sort of lose fitting light grey robes and hood, with a single black stripe going down the back and front.
Personality: Independent, arrogant, determined and sarcastic are the traits that make up the bulk of his personality. Though he does have a sweet spot for small, carnivorous animals. He usually walks about with a sense of accomplishment, even if he has done nothing. He will almost always put his two cents into anything, even if it isn't his place to do so. He isn't much for teamwork, preferring to go at almost anything alone.
He prefers the simple things in life. This goes true with food, drinks, and woman. Born and raised in Iridonia, he still finds Zabrack women unattractive and prefers human women.
He dislikes loud music, bright clothing, and wimpy people. His loyalty goes to himself first and then, if he has one, his Master.
Birth place: Iridonia
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Acolyte
Bio: Nineteen years ago on a deadly and inhospitable planet in the Mid Rim of the galaxy, young Koth-Durr was born to the parents of Idillac and Bour-Durr. He was the only child to his parents, and his relationship with the Force was discovered at a fairly young age. His parents tried to hide it, but as he grew older they feared that he would be taken away from them to the Jedi Temple. So at the age of the two they took him deep into forest that was on the other side of the canyon where their village was, they've heard of an elder Iridonian who took in a few gifted children at a time. The woman has terms, harsh ones at that. She was always at risk for haboring the children, so she had to make sure she was safe. Leave Koth-Durr there and never return back there until he was 18. After discussing this among themselves they decided to take their chances with their son staying with them at the village. Blassi, the Iridonian elder woman, was upset they did not take her offer for she could sense that Koth had a gift and she wanted to mold his mind and powers. She wasn't letting the young boy get away, at any cost. As Koth's parents were turning and walking away Blassi struck out with a hidden saber, the purple blade slashing through both parents within mere second. She had killed both of them. Young Koth was frightened, but Blassi told him it was for his own good and he had to stay with her and the other children now. Koth-Durr was now a student of Blassi, the Iridonian elder. Blassi hid the bodies a hundred feet from the temple, not fearing the authorites for the bodies would soon be eaten and then there would be no proof they were even there.
Over the next few years she would teach him, along with two other children who were Force sensitive, about the history of the Force and the significance of it relating to the Iridonians. The woman didn't actually teach them how to use their powers, just the history behind them. She was an elderly woman, close to 90 years of age. She was kind, but stern and the history her eyes told were that of pain and a hard life. She never spoke of her past, saying it was irrelevant to their teachings and that they shouldn't dabble in other's business. So as the years past, Koth and other children read from the holograms the woman had in the temple and listened to her stories. Though it wasn't required, Koth began to work his body along with his mind. He wanted physical strenght and speed instead of just mental skill. Every evening, after Blassi's teachings, he did several hours of cardio and strenght training. He had a daily regiment of push ups, sit ups, curls, pull ups, finger grip training, jogging, and would always finish up with his favor thing to do; tree climbing.
The day Koth-Durr turned seven he decided it was time to stop learning about the Force and actually try to harness it and use it to his advantage. He wandered the ruined temple until he found Blassie and began to tell her what had been on his mind for the last few days. He wanted to be like one of Jedi in her story, but not for any order, but for himself. She began to explain to him that he was not going to be like one of the Jedi in the holograms, but not evil like the Sith. He needed to learn patience or he would never reach his potential and thus would eventually be useless as both Jedi and Sith. She urged him to sit beside her and she would elaborate on her past, she found it a little unfair to know most of his life and him none of her's.
She explained that several years ago, in fact decades ago, she was took to the Jedi Temple for training at the age of two. She spent most of her young life there, learning from the greatest Jedi of her time. She was around average with saber and force techinque but excelled at learning the history of almost everything she read about. She loved it. But when she was thirteen and her Master was killed on a mission it devastated her, so bad infact that she snuck out of the temple and ran away forever. She was on her own for a few months before she ran into another Jedi desertionist, but she was 26 and a Knight. After explaining why they both ran away they deemed it better to stick together and she would Blassi would be her Apprentice. As the years grew on the woman decided they needed somewhere to call home and Blassi, now being 22, insisted on her homeworld of Iridonia. Mid Rim world, lots of potential for students, not the nicest of planets, but the woman agreed. It took them another 5 years before they found the abandoned temple where Blassi resigned now. They immediantly began searching nearby villages and city for pupils, but now that Blassi was a Knight and the woman, learning even more from the holograms in the temple was a Master they would both only take on one youngling at a time. This was fine over the years until Blassi noticed that something had changed over time with her friend, she had began to teach her pupil how to Force Choke, Force Lightening, and other things that weren't Jedi tricks. The woman stated that she wasn't evil, just merely widening her array of weapons and techinques. Blassi accepted her reasons and also began to learn, yet again, from her friend and after enough years also taught her pupils these not so Jedi Force powers. Years and years went by, generally the students leaving by age 30, until all the Dark Jedi pupils were gone and Blassi's friend had died of old age and this is where she was know. Teaching a few Iridonians Force History alone without her only friend in the world.
Koth-Durr had sympathized with her, but also mentioned he wanted more then to just learn these powers. He wanted to be her Apprentice. Years without one had left an empty stop in both of her two hearts, and he wa yearning to teach ago so she agreed to teach him the basics in saber wielding and Force techniques. Over the next few years he would meet her every night in an abandoned room close to the top of the temple, where Blassi kept a few stun sabers and actual sabers, and she would go over the basics of everything he would need to know. This included saber wielding, basic saber attacks and defence, saber stances, and force powers. She had decided only to teach him the basics of Shii-Cho Form for now and eventually went on to teach him more.
This went on for many years until he was 15, he had learned a great deal from the woman. The other students had also gradually started to learn from her, but Koth being as persistant as he was, had gotten a great headstart over the others. Though one night during his training the woman told him he had a task ahead of him, to prove his loyalty to hear he must kill all of the other younglings. Doing this would earn him the spot of her Acolyte, thus unlocking new secrets to him that she had been withholding until he had reached a certain age. Koth was hesitant at first, but the temptations of learning the secrets of unlocking the powers inside of him were too great. He accepted her proposal, took a saber from Blassi's hand, and headed down to the lower base of the temple to where the other children were. The other children were standing in the middle of the temple room, reading out of holograms and sparring with sticks to pass the time. Koth was the only one proficient enough in saber use to actually wield a real one, not a stun saber. He switched the saber on, the blue jet of light shot out and a grim face appeared over his own. After close to a minute or two of fight all of the children were dead. The woman had been watching the entire scene, and after Koth had killed the children she approached him with her old saber and a robe. The saber was plain, silver-colored hilt with a single gold stub at the bottom, but it was the color of the saber crystal that attracted his attention. Dark purple, similar colored to his own eyes. Koth returned the blue saber and accepted the new, purple one. Now that he had done her bidding Koth was now free to learn more of her advanced teachings and had been given his own, personal saber. But, now Blassi's true purpose had been revealed as he told Koth that he was now going to be training not for himself but for her. He was going to be Blassi's Apprentice, training under her so that he could do her bidding. Killing the children proved he was willing to do anything for her and surviving the task proved he was also the strongest of the them all. His new training would start immediantly and Blassi deemed him ready to began teach him the basics of Makashi and a rather unique Force trick called Force Cloak. With years and years to master, Force Cloak can be used to occasionally use the Force to hide one's self or someone else and alo objects and items. Blassi had learned this from her previous Master over 70 years ago when she reached the rank of Knight. Every night young Koth would sit in his room, concetrating his mind and powers on a small hologram, trying to cloak it with it's surrounding. Over the years as he began to master cloaking smaller objects he gradually went on to bigger objects until he started to try cloaking himself. But with Blassi's tips and pointers he began to cloak parts of himself until he was able to hide his entire body from someone else's eyes.
Koth's training went on undisturbed for years, he enjoyed every minute of his life up until he had turned 19 and his mentor, Blassi, died of old age. Though she had taught him a great deal in the last 17 years, aspects of both the Light and Dark Sides of the Force, Koth-Durr was sure the woman had more to teach him but he knew he wouldn't find out. Not from her at any rate. He decided his only chance was to find another mentor, who wouldn't give him up to the Jedi. But before he left he decided to give her a proper funeral, he sat her on one of the crumbling alters in the ruined temple and sat aflame to her body.
As he set out from the temple he knew what Blassi had did to his parents all those years ago but he didn't care what had happened to them, they were going to try and stop Blassi from teaching him. He was, infact, glad she killed them because now he was stronger than both of them could ever wish to be. Now he was off to find a new Master, someone willing to teach him what they knew in order for him to complete his training. Would he find someone? Possibly. There had to be others out there teaching in secret. Who would it be and where, that is the real question. He may not even find some. But now he was off in search, where it would take him no one knows but the Force.
Lightsaber: Single-bladed, silver hilt with a gold stud on the bottom.
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi: 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 6
Body: 4
Sense: 5
Protection: 3
Healing: 4
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Force Cloak
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: -3
RP Sample: The temple was dark, the little light there was seemed to dance on the walls as it came through the single opening at the mouth of the temple. The room was massive, crumbling alters on either side lined the walls. Maybe it was used for ceremonial purposes by his ancestors in the days of old. He didn't know, all he did know was that he was about to kill a boy so he could ensure his place at Blassi's side. Was it right? Probably not, but Koth didn't care. Just the thought of being able to use the Force to bend others to his will and accomplish things other deemed impossible had him in such a trance he didn't notice the other boy wielding what appeared to be a metal rod standing silently at the mouth of the temple.
The heavy breathing of the other boy soon aroused Koth's ears as he looked over and saw him. He was about the same height and weight as Koth, but a year or two older. Koth stood up, faced the boy and the grim look on the other boy's face soon matched the one on Koth's. They both knew what would happen, both promised the same deal by Blassi, only one would walk out of the temple alive.
Seconds felt like hours as they just stood, starring one another down until the boy ran at Koth with the rod in both hands. Koth matched the boy and took a run at him, empty handed. They met in the middle of the room and the boy swung the rod with all his might at Koth, meeting Koth's arm and casuing him to fall from the blow. He attempted to strike him again while he layed on his back, but Koth rolled barely escaping another hit with by the rod. He then quickly kicked the back of the boy's leg twice, causing him to buckle and fall. The rod rolled out of his hand and Koth proceeded to jump up and over the boy to get the weapon, but the boy grabbed him foot and slammed him down ontop of him and hit Koth with a couple hooks to his side.
Koth had been in a few fights, but none to the death and none with rules, so he decided all was fair in times of war. He grabbed a hand full of dirt on the ground and threw it with intensity at the boy's face, blinding him for just long enough so Koth to get on top of the boy and hit him in the face like a crazed, hungry, feral animal. The boy began to bleed from the nose and mouth, the sight of that much blood stunned Koth. Could he really kill the boy? They weren't friends but grew up together in the temple and he was going to kill him! While Koth was deep into the thought for a few moments, the boy realized the beating had stuf and grabbed Koth by the neck and slapped him in the face. This woke Koth from thought and decided to kill the boy while he had the advantage. He rammed his forearm into the boy's neck as hard as he could and applied it with all the pressure he could find in himself. After the seconds grew long the hold on Koth's neck weakened and the boy started going limp, and as the seconds turned into minutes the boy laid there, devoid of all life.
