Post by angeliclycan on Jan 28, 2012 15:52:04 GMT -5
Coem Nahun
Name: Coem Nahun
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 160 lbs.
Appearance: Coem has short dark brown hair that falls just short of his eyes in the front. His eyes are dark brown and have a piercing gaze. He has an athletic figure with a toned muscle structure, meaning he has a good amount of muscles, but not body builder status. Even though he only stands at 5’6”, he stands tall and upright at almost all times and maintains a proper posture near constantly. He wears a pair of special robes that his mother left for him.
Personality: Coem was taught to believe in an infallible opinion of right and wrong. All is as it should be, or is not. Life, in many ways, at least in his perception, is simple black and white. Either he agrees or disagrees. His sense of right and wrong is justified purely on an honor method, a code of conduct that many of his peers would likely find strange. For example, unless an opponent is armed with a weapon, he almost always refuses to use his lightsaber, preferring to kill with the force, his bare hands and feet, or his shoto. Also, in most instances, he won’t fight an opponent he deems unworthy, unless they threaten his life. Coem has a single principle that he follows to the letter, (his “code” is really more like guidelines that he follows “most” of the time) the pursuit of power and bettering oneself. While not a particularly gifted leader, Coem believes greatly in improving himself and those around him, breeding strength in him, his followers, and his peers. He has no love for the Jedi, and isn’t even particularly fond of the Sith, but decided to choose a side, whichever better matched his views.
In truth, Coem believes himself to be just and true, even though many would consider him evil. He tends to maintain a calm exterior, but can become quite frustrated when he fails at just about anything. While not necessarily a poor loser, he despises to fail a task. He is also a firm believer in an eye for an eye, and can be a very vengeful man. He tends to be the calm an analytical type, but becomes aggressive when angered greatly. He can often be seen wearing a smile, or more often a smirk, no doubt due to his rather dark sense of humor.
Birth place: Nar Shadaa
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate/Apprentice
Bio: Coem was born in the slums of Nar Shadaa to a mother who taught self-defense, and a father who was rarely home. His father just happened to be a smuggler, a fact that he was quite unaware of until he was about 4 years old. His mother taught him immediately when he first learned to walk how to defend himself. Most importantly, these lessons gave him the desire to learn and improve by himself. As he grew older, he practiced harder more so, until he discovered that his mother could no longer teach him more. However, at the age of 10, he was discovered to be force sensitive, and was taken in by a former jedi taking refuge on Nar Shadaa. Because of his constant drive to improve himself, he left his mother and began living with the jedi, learning the ways of the force. His martial skills gave him an advantage when learning to use a lightsaber, but the basics were still very necessary, regardless of the fact that he wanted to skip them. He soon learned that his anxiousness was dangerous when the jedi defeated him repeatedly in armed combat. Finally submitting to the fact that he would need further training in the basics, he began training fully under the jedi.
When he was 15, he found his then mentor dead in his bed with a blaster wound. Where most would be saddened by the turn of events, he simply took it as he was done with his training under him. So, he left, going back to his mother’s home, only to find his father there, home from a venture to get rich. Upon discovering that his father had been living a life of luxury with some gang on another planet, he grew enraged, and cut his father down in front of his mother. From them, his mother disowned him, claiming he was misusing the gift she had given him. He immediately left, stowing aboard a cargo ship bound for Korriban, unaware of the significance of the planet. During the flight, he continued to hone his skills, focusing more on the force, as opposed to the martial skills. Without a master, he found it particularly difficult to find any useful tactics to employ at the time. It seemed his training had been cut short after all. However, he managed to increase his understanding of the force drastically during the next few years.
After arriving on Korriban, Coem discovered the Sith Temple there, and could already feel the power of the force there. This of course, led him to seek membership in with the Sith. He knew instantly they would give him power, but the question was, how exactly could he get their attention. During his time there, he trained harder than ever, boosting his skills past his previous limits at every turn. He discovered a group of smugglers on the planet hiding out near the Sith, hoping they would prevent them from being found out. However, they had begun to become a nuisance to the population there, and thus, he found his way to get their attention. One night, he sneaked into their lair, and killed them all. A few he assassinated, but most of them he simply approached and cut down when they stopped to threaten him. After finishing the job, he attempted to approach the Sith, seeking membership and a master. While they allowed him to join the Order, he wasn’t yet granted any rank, as a Master hadn’t yet accepted him. Patience wasn’t his strong suit, but he waited nonetheless.
During this waiting period, he began practicing more with his telekinetic force powers, learning an efficient way to rid himself of single targets, as well as a way to create a distance between himself and groups of enemies. By utilizing the force pull in two different directions separately, he could essentially rend a target in two, which would of course kill most opponents. While at the same time, he discovered a way to pull in the space around him before violently releasing an explosion of force energy, allowing him to launch foes and objects away from him within a certain radius. He trained day and night attempting to perfect the techniques, only to discover that he needed more training than he had previously believed to master it. However, he has discovered that he can perform them efficiently, but not with a weapon drawn. He was finally granted an audience with the Sith Order a few weeks after his 16th birthday, and had become an official member of the Sith Order as an initiate.
Lightsaber:
Color:
1st: Dark Crimson with a black tint along the edges.
2nd: Black with a dark crimson tint along the edges.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: 3
Soresu: 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 0
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills: Force Rend, Force Repulse
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample:
Coem stood out in the intense heat of the planet Korriban, the Sith Temple no more than a couple hundred yards from his current position. A training dummy stand in front of him, his left arm raised in front of him, fingers pointing upward, his palm facing right. His dark brown hair blew in the wind, tiny grains of sand landing in it, the heat caressing his face as his dark eyes slowly opened. The dummy in front of him had its arms raised as if it were poised for an attack, a long cylindrical pipe in its grip. This was of course to symbolize a jedi attacker. He cracked the knuckles in his right hand as he stepped forward slightly on his right foot, throwing his left hand forward, striking the dummy in the neck region, a loud thud sound resounding throughout the area. The dummy barely moved back, but a living opponent would react much differently. He pivoted on his right foot, spinning counter-clockwise as he drove his elbow into the lower back of the dummy, causing it to fall forward, crashing to the ground. This sort of training was pointless, it presented no challenge.
He found himself hoping to be granted the opportunity to receive a master soon. He wanted to improve more, but he could only do so much by himself. With a sigh he turned around, exiting his stance as he raised his hand to the dummy, concentrating on the force as he enveloped it in his mind, lifting it up slowly until it was about ten feet in the air. He then raised his other hand, envisioning in his mind two large hands gripping the dummy, one by the torso, the other by the legs. He closed his fists, tightening his mental grip with the force before quickly throwing his hands outward to the sides, pulling forcefully with the force energy, effectively tearing it in two while throwing each side in the opposite direction. The pieces of the dummy hit the ground on opposite sides of the small desert clearing. “This is not enough.” He said quietly to himself as he turned to look at the temple, his fingers tracing the hilts of his lightsaber and his shoto before gripping the tassels on the ends. He glanced down at his weapons, then back to the temple. “The best way to gain power, is to push yourself past your current limits. I must become stronger.” He said to himself, beginning to walk towards his next destination.
As he neared the temple he could see a small group of people outside, they were arguing back and forth about random things. He hadn’t really been paying any attention until one of them insulted him, calling him a lowly initiate. He turned to him with a slight smirk as the wind stopped in an almost ominous fashion. “I would be careful who you insult. I doubt your master would be happy about your defeat at the hands of a student with no master.” He said quietly. His threat was answered by a laugh, and then a sudden punch from the apprentice. Coem quickly ducked under the punch and drove his fist into the boy’s stomach before spinning around him, gripping the back of his robe as he lifted him with momentum, flipping him over onto his back. With a groan the apprentice began to rise, only to have an ignited lightsaber at his throat. “I would suggest returning to your studies, before your head becomes the latest decoration of the temple.” His smirk had been replaced by an angry glare. The students immediately turned and walked into the temple. Coem highly doubted this would be the end of the conflict, but if he did return, he wouldn’t spare his life next time. With another quiet sigh, he deactivated the blade, returning the weapon to its place on his hip. “What a waste.”
