Post by deku on Mar 15, 2008 1:01:05 GMT -5
Name: Ark Ik'lx
Race: Verpine
Age: 33
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 126lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Roche Asteroids (Nickel One)
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Consular
Bio: Ark was taken from his family during infancy and inducted into the Jedi Order in the usual fashion. He showed great aptitude in the force and picked up techniques quickly, though a fiery disposition nearly cost him a position in the Order. He was passed up by
Master and Knight after Master and Knight, coming close to overstepping the acceptable age of apprenticeship.
Where more orthodox Jedi had declined to take up Ark as a student, a relatively low-profile Knight named Eema would eventually decide upon the Verpine for his Padawan.
Early training would prove successful for the pair as Ark picked up the tenets and skills of the Jedi with speed and enthusiasm. Though his species would make a name out of their technologically-inclined heritage, Ark instead showed particular aptitude for nature. Eema, a Living-Force advocate taught his Padawan less commonplace skills such as Beast Control and Plant Surge, which have since become trademark techniques of the Verpine Consular. Likewise, Eema's style of lightsaber combat was less frequented by other Knights, and he extended his skill in Makashi to his student.
The pair rarely remained within the Academy and Eema favoured pilgrimages across the galaxy to landmarks of the Force, where he would excite Ark's lust for knowledge with Jedi Lore.
However, the previously unfaltering relationship between encouraging Master and avid Padawan would be tested on one of their pilgrimages to Kashyyk. Though Eema had brought Ark to the Wookie homeland to advocate the Living Force and to help the Wookie populace recover from Czerka slavery, the Verpine pupil quickly tired of his Master's unquestioning compassion for other beings and eluded Eema's watchful eye. Ignoring the warnings of Wookie sentries, Ark found his way into the Shadowlands, hoping to find an opponent to test out his power on.
Unbeknownst to the untold danger of the Shadowlands, he strayed deep into the infrastructure, marvelling at the flora and faun of the idyllic forest planet. Eventually noticing his apprentice's disappearance, Eema set out in pursuit of the wayward Verpine. In the depths of the Shadowlands, it would be Eema who would be set upon first, cornered by a pack of Katarn. Hearing his Master's call through the Force, Ark would rush to his aid, reaching him before Eema could be attacked. Harnessing what he had been instructed in, the Padawan attuned himself to the beasts, pacifying two of them. When the third resisted his advances, he summoned the bracken, roots and branches of the lower forest to ensnare the Katarn whilst his Master extricated himself.
Ark was initially delighted with himself. He'd shown the extent of his studies and proudly declared his triumph to his Master. Expecting praise, the Verpine was stunned to hear Eema dourly cut his celebration short, directing him back to the confines of their ship. There he berated his student for his laxity and arrogance.
The encounter shook Ark to his core, forcing him to dramatically re-evaluate his attitude to the Force. With the help of his Master, he would eventually learn to suppress his fire and temper, leading him to a far greater maturity in the waning years of his tutoring.
Ark eventually passed the Jedi Trials, becoming a fully fledged Jedi Knight. Soon after his induction, he took up his own apprentice, a Shistavanen called Voolf Shiv. Seeing similar scruples that Ark himself had demonstrated as a student, he hoped to cultivate the potential of the lupine Padawan, iron out his familiar hot-heddedness.
However, his apprenticeship would prove far rockier than his own. Though Voolf showed great skill at the rudiments of the Force, he failed to express either interest in or aptitude for the Living Force and the Force of nature. Voolf struggled with Beast Mastery, and failed outright at Plant Surge. His ineffectually and disinterest in Ark's teachings would only cultivate the temper the Verpine had hoped to tame, causing difficulty between the two.
Desperate to turn Voolf's apprenticeship around, the pair took the very same pilgrimage to Kashyyk as Eema and Ark had done years before. In a rash moment, Ark led his student into the Shadowlands, hoping to attune Voolf's connection to the Living Force through confrontation. Intending for what he believed were dormant abilities in his Shistavanen pupil, Ark was horrified to watch as Voolf was ripped apart by Katarn as his Master was distracted, defending himself.
Ark lost faith in his abilities as a tutor, and very nearly in his capabilities as a Jedi at all. In the intervening years, the Verpine has cultivated a withdrawn and wandering persona, traversing the Galaxy, studying Lore and honing his craft, hoping to one day be prepared to take up the task of instructing a Padawan.
Lightsaber: Single blade (Single-phase)
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho (Mastered)
Makashi (Mastered)
Soresu (Trained)
Color: Green (Violent emerald)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: (Be creative in your use of these abilities. Consider your rank and years in the force in how powerful you may be with these Skills.)
Sense (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 3 4 (5)
Telekinesis (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 3 (4) 5
Force Leap (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 (3) 4 5
Force Speed (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 (3) 4
Healing (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 (4)
>>Healing Trance (Knight and up)
-------
(1) 2 3
Farsight (Padawan and up)
---------
1 (2) 3 4
Beast Language (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 (4)
Affect Mind/Mind Trick (Knight and up)
-------
(1) 2 3
Force Camouflage (Knight and up)
-------
1 2 (3)
Telepathy (Knight and up)
-------
1 (2) 3
Attributes: (Be reasonable)
Physical Strength
--------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 (6) 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (8) 9 10
Speed
-------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 (7) 8 9 10
Unarmed
-----------------------
1 (2) 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
-----------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 (7) 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
-----------------
1 2 (3) 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
----------------
1 2 3 (4) 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force atunement (Have you been following the light path or the dark path?)
-------------------------
0 1 2 (3) 4 5
Sample RP: Onderon. The City of Iziz. Only years had passed since the war, and Onderon still bore the marks. The great walls -built centuries ago to separate society from the dangers of the wild domain of the badlands- defiantly held pockmarks scored by countless blaster rifles of Mandalorian assaults. Plots where buildings once stood sat vacant, piled high with sandy rubble and the refuse of neighbouring homes. Even the people moved as if it were still a city in crises. A woman hurried past him, a harrowed and desperate look in her eyes. He barely needed his enhanced perception to feel the fear of the troubled city, yet still he was harassed by a cornucopia of abstract emotions, visions and thoughts, an underlying antipathy harnessed by the denizens of Iziz and passing anxiously across his subconscious.
Ark struggled to support the encroaching sensation of dread that passed through him and forced his attention away from the scars of wars long over. He moved away from the main street, hoping to find sanctuary, if only for a moment, in on of Iziz’s many alleyways. Breathing deeply, he tried to temper his heaving breathing and shut out the morass of pleas for help from the struggling people of the city. The shadows of the alley helped him. One Verpine trait that had outlasted his Jedi upbringing was his distaste for the sun, which shone down with particular oppression on the sandy-toned Onderon.
Satisfied that his anxiety had been tempered for the time-being, he returned to the main street of the city, absent-mindedly walking through the thronging marketplace.
Numbed by the cacophony of bartering voices and clatter of footsteps, the estranged Knight allowed his mind to wander. What was he really here for? Would he tread the path into the wildlands? He’d travelled aimlessly for years, making his old Master’s beloved pilgrimages to the places where the Living Force ebbed weakest. What did he hope to find? Some purpose, he supposed. Something to heal the scars he’d caused himself over the years.
Straying further into the bustling square, his musings were suddenly cut short by the terrified shrieks of the crowd around him. Blood curdling cries, haggard and horrified faces, all directed at the sky confronted him. Following their eyes, he saw the cause of their fear. Silhouetted by the furious glare of the sun, huge winged spectres descended upon the city.
Beast Riders. They had been, to put it bluntly, domesticated in the years preceding the Mandalorian crisis, though inevitably there would be isolated groups that defied the rule of Iziz. These were relatively small in number, supporting Ark’s theory. Still, it only took a handful of Drexl to cause a massacre.
As the mortified denizens of Iziz scattered around him, the Verpine Knight stood staring at the sky, slowly unclasping the lightsaber hilt at his belt. Seconds passed as the Riders swooped ever closer and Ark worked to drown out the ringing in his antennae and focus everything on the fearsome creatures that descended upon him. As their riders raised a motley assortment of salvaged and pillaged rifles and trained them on the solitary figure, Ark lifted the saberhilt aloft.
A flash of bright emerald. Barely moving, he brought the blade in front of his body to shield from the opening salvo.
Five Beast Riders. Three will miss, ignore them.
Twisting at the last moment, he brought the saber across the correct arc as the two shots ricocheted heavily across its blade, deflecting back towards their gunmen. The two Riders fell from their mounts, impacting bone-crushingly against the ground as their panicked Drexl retreated into the wilds.
The remaining three beasts hit the floor around the Jedi Knight, extending their necks to snap hungrily at him. Surrounding him, the riders heaved their weapons to fire a second volley.
Stupid, stupid.
What Makashi lent him in precision and grace it lacked in dealing with a blaster, let alone a salvo of them. Getting into the correct niche he could deal with two of the blasts, one deflecting back at its sender, the other bouncing harmlessly off the grand city wall. Not fast enough to bring the beam behind his body, the third blow caught him directly on the shoulder blade.
Knocked to the floor, Ark lay stunned as the remaining two riders dismounted to survey their catch. They stood cautiously over him, looking cock-headed at the curious species that lay before them. One kicked sheepishly at his leg.
Enough to revive him. He felt the scorch on his back, though his carapace had blunted any severe damage. The motion came instinctively to him.
Up. On your feet. Swipe left, go for disarm. Duck. Dodge left, watch that Vibrosword.
Something directed him as he effortlessly severed the weapon hand of the first combatant before planting a firm kick in the gut of the second. Before he had time to hit the floor, the final Rider cried helplessly to his mount, enraging the pet Drexl. They snapped at the Verpine that they surrounded as he weaved out of the reach of their jaws. He clicked out involuntarily in Verpine as he simultaneously reached out to them through the Force. He felt their agitation, their fear. Their master’s were gone, and he nurtured them gently, soothing their confusion. Subdued, the three mounts backed off, sitting innocuously back on their haunches.
He reached out to pat one of them on its beak. It clicked in appreciation, nuzzling affectionately against his hand.
Good girl. Good girl.
The people of Iziz stepped nervously into the open. Confronted by the image of the strange being petting their worst nightmares, some of the crowd descended into relieved hysterics. Ark turned to the swathe of bystanders, faces agape and stances limp. He watched them with large black eyes, wary of the attention.
Still, he had to admit, something felt good. The people seemed to sense his caution, and they respectfully though uncertainly tried to return to their business. Ark listened. He couldn’t hear the cries of desperation. Couldn’t feel the pain of the people around him and couldn’t see into their nightmares anymore. He wasn’t even sure whether he could see the battle scars of the giant, sandy walls that lined the city of Iziz anymore.
Race: Verpine
Age: 33
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 126lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Roche Asteroids (Nickel One)
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Consular
Bio: Ark was taken from his family during infancy and inducted into the Jedi Order in the usual fashion. He showed great aptitude in the force and picked up techniques quickly, though a fiery disposition nearly cost him a position in the Order. He was passed up by
Master and Knight after Master and Knight, coming close to overstepping the acceptable age of apprenticeship.
Where more orthodox Jedi had declined to take up Ark as a student, a relatively low-profile Knight named Eema would eventually decide upon the Verpine for his Padawan.
Early training would prove successful for the pair as Ark picked up the tenets and skills of the Jedi with speed and enthusiasm. Though his species would make a name out of their technologically-inclined heritage, Ark instead showed particular aptitude for nature. Eema, a Living-Force advocate taught his Padawan less commonplace skills such as Beast Control and Plant Surge, which have since become trademark techniques of the Verpine Consular. Likewise, Eema's style of lightsaber combat was less frequented by other Knights, and he extended his skill in Makashi to his student.
The pair rarely remained within the Academy and Eema favoured pilgrimages across the galaxy to landmarks of the Force, where he would excite Ark's lust for knowledge with Jedi Lore.
However, the previously unfaltering relationship between encouraging Master and avid Padawan would be tested on one of their pilgrimages to Kashyyk. Though Eema had brought Ark to the Wookie homeland to advocate the Living Force and to help the Wookie populace recover from Czerka slavery, the Verpine pupil quickly tired of his Master's unquestioning compassion for other beings and eluded Eema's watchful eye. Ignoring the warnings of Wookie sentries, Ark found his way into the Shadowlands, hoping to find an opponent to test out his power on.
Unbeknownst to the untold danger of the Shadowlands, he strayed deep into the infrastructure, marvelling at the flora and faun of the idyllic forest planet. Eventually noticing his apprentice's disappearance, Eema set out in pursuit of the wayward Verpine. In the depths of the Shadowlands, it would be Eema who would be set upon first, cornered by a pack of Katarn. Hearing his Master's call through the Force, Ark would rush to his aid, reaching him before Eema could be attacked. Harnessing what he had been instructed in, the Padawan attuned himself to the beasts, pacifying two of them. When the third resisted his advances, he summoned the bracken, roots and branches of the lower forest to ensnare the Katarn whilst his Master extricated himself.
Ark was initially delighted with himself. He'd shown the extent of his studies and proudly declared his triumph to his Master. Expecting praise, the Verpine was stunned to hear Eema dourly cut his celebration short, directing him back to the confines of their ship. There he berated his student for his laxity and arrogance.
The encounter shook Ark to his core, forcing him to dramatically re-evaluate his attitude to the Force. With the help of his Master, he would eventually learn to suppress his fire and temper, leading him to a far greater maturity in the waning years of his tutoring.
Ark eventually passed the Jedi Trials, becoming a fully fledged Jedi Knight. Soon after his induction, he took up his own apprentice, a Shistavanen called Voolf Shiv. Seeing similar scruples that Ark himself had demonstrated as a student, he hoped to cultivate the potential of the lupine Padawan, iron out his familiar hot-heddedness.
However, his apprenticeship would prove far rockier than his own. Though Voolf showed great skill at the rudiments of the Force, he failed to express either interest in or aptitude for the Living Force and the Force of nature. Voolf struggled with Beast Mastery, and failed outright at Plant Surge. His ineffectually and disinterest in Ark's teachings would only cultivate the temper the Verpine had hoped to tame, causing difficulty between the two.
Desperate to turn Voolf's apprenticeship around, the pair took the very same pilgrimage to Kashyyk as Eema and Ark had done years before. In a rash moment, Ark led his student into the Shadowlands, hoping to attune Voolf's connection to the Living Force through confrontation. Intending for what he believed were dormant abilities in his Shistavanen pupil, Ark was horrified to watch as Voolf was ripped apart by Katarn as his Master was distracted, defending himself.
Ark lost faith in his abilities as a tutor, and very nearly in his capabilities as a Jedi at all. In the intervening years, the Verpine has cultivated a withdrawn and wandering persona, traversing the Galaxy, studying Lore and honing his craft, hoping to one day be prepared to take up the task of instructing a Padawan.
Lightsaber: Single blade (Single-phase)
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho (Mastered)
Makashi (Mastered)
Soresu (Trained)
Color: Green (Violent emerald)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: (Be creative in your use of these abilities. Consider your rank and years in the force in how powerful you may be with these Skills.)
Sense (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 3 4 (5)
Telekinesis (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 3 (4) 5
Force Leap (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 (3) 4 5
Force Speed (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 (3) 4
Healing (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 (4)
>>Healing Trance (Knight and up)
-------
(1) 2 3
Farsight (Padawan and up)
---------
1 (2) 3 4
Beast Language (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 (4)
Affect Mind/Mind Trick (Knight and up)
-------
(1) 2 3
Force Camouflage (Knight and up)
-------
1 2 (3)
Telepathy (Knight and up)
-------
1 (2) 3
Attributes: (Be reasonable)
Physical Strength
--------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 (6) 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (8) 9 10
Speed
-------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 (7) 8 9 10
Unarmed
-----------------------
1 (2) 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
-----------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 (7) 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
-----------------
1 2 (3) 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
----------------
1 2 3 (4) 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force atunement (Have you been following the light path or the dark path?)
-------------------------
0 1 2 (3) 4 5
Sample RP: Onderon. The City of Iziz. Only years had passed since the war, and Onderon still bore the marks. The great walls -built centuries ago to separate society from the dangers of the wild domain of the badlands- defiantly held pockmarks scored by countless blaster rifles of Mandalorian assaults. Plots where buildings once stood sat vacant, piled high with sandy rubble and the refuse of neighbouring homes. Even the people moved as if it were still a city in crises. A woman hurried past him, a harrowed and desperate look in her eyes. He barely needed his enhanced perception to feel the fear of the troubled city, yet still he was harassed by a cornucopia of abstract emotions, visions and thoughts, an underlying antipathy harnessed by the denizens of Iziz and passing anxiously across his subconscious.
Ark struggled to support the encroaching sensation of dread that passed through him and forced his attention away from the scars of wars long over. He moved away from the main street, hoping to find sanctuary, if only for a moment, in on of Iziz’s many alleyways. Breathing deeply, he tried to temper his heaving breathing and shut out the morass of pleas for help from the struggling people of the city. The shadows of the alley helped him. One Verpine trait that had outlasted his Jedi upbringing was his distaste for the sun, which shone down with particular oppression on the sandy-toned Onderon.
Satisfied that his anxiety had been tempered for the time-being, he returned to the main street of the city, absent-mindedly walking through the thronging marketplace.
Numbed by the cacophony of bartering voices and clatter of footsteps, the estranged Knight allowed his mind to wander. What was he really here for? Would he tread the path into the wildlands? He’d travelled aimlessly for years, making his old Master’s beloved pilgrimages to the places where the Living Force ebbed weakest. What did he hope to find? Some purpose, he supposed. Something to heal the scars he’d caused himself over the years.
Straying further into the bustling square, his musings were suddenly cut short by the terrified shrieks of the crowd around him. Blood curdling cries, haggard and horrified faces, all directed at the sky confronted him. Following their eyes, he saw the cause of their fear. Silhouetted by the furious glare of the sun, huge winged spectres descended upon the city.
Beast Riders. They had been, to put it bluntly, domesticated in the years preceding the Mandalorian crisis, though inevitably there would be isolated groups that defied the rule of Iziz. These were relatively small in number, supporting Ark’s theory. Still, it only took a handful of Drexl to cause a massacre.
As the mortified denizens of Iziz scattered around him, the Verpine Knight stood staring at the sky, slowly unclasping the lightsaber hilt at his belt. Seconds passed as the Riders swooped ever closer and Ark worked to drown out the ringing in his antennae and focus everything on the fearsome creatures that descended upon him. As their riders raised a motley assortment of salvaged and pillaged rifles and trained them on the solitary figure, Ark lifted the saberhilt aloft.
A flash of bright emerald. Barely moving, he brought the blade in front of his body to shield from the opening salvo.
Five Beast Riders. Three will miss, ignore them.
Twisting at the last moment, he brought the saber across the correct arc as the two shots ricocheted heavily across its blade, deflecting back towards their gunmen. The two Riders fell from their mounts, impacting bone-crushingly against the ground as their panicked Drexl retreated into the wilds.
The remaining three beasts hit the floor around the Jedi Knight, extending their necks to snap hungrily at him. Surrounding him, the riders heaved their weapons to fire a second volley.
Stupid, stupid.
What Makashi lent him in precision and grace it lacked in dealing with a blaster, let alone a salvo of them. Getting into the correct niche he could deal with two of the blasts, one deflecting back at its sender, the other bouncing harmlessly off the grand city wall. Not fast enough to bring the beam behind his body, the third blow caught him directly on the shoulder blade.
Knocked to the floor, Ark lay stunned as the remaining two riders dismounted to survey their catch. They stood cautiously over him, looking cock-headed at the curious species that lay before them. One kicked sheepishly at his leg.
Enough to revive him. He felt the scorch on his back, though his carapace had blunted any severe damage. The motion came instinctively to him.
Up. On your feet. Swipe left, go for disarm. Duck. Dodge left, watch that Vibrosword.
Something directed him as he effortlessly severed the weapon hand of the first combatant before planting a firm kick in the gut of the second. Before he had time to hit the floor, the final Rider cried helplessly to his mount, enraging the pet Drexl. They snapped at the Verpine that they surrounded as he weaved out of the reach of their jaws. He clicked out involuntarily in Verpine as he simultaneously reached out to them through the Force. He felt their agitation, their fear. Their master’s were gone, and he nurtured them gently, soothing their confusion. Subdued, the three mounts backed off, sitting innocuously back on their haunches.
He reached out to pat one of them on its beak. It clicked in appreciation, nuzzling affectionately against his hand.
Good girl. Good girl.
The people of Iziz stepped nervously into the open. Confronted by the image of the strange being petting their worst nightmares, some of the crowd descended into relieved hysterics. Ark turned to the swathe of bystanders, faces agape and stances limp. He watched them with large black eyes, wary of the attention.
Still, he had to admit, something felt good. The people seemed to sense his caution, and they respectfully though uncertainly tried to return to their business. Ark listened. He couldn’t hear the cries of desperation. Couldn’t feel the pain of the people around him and couldn’t see into their nightmares anymore. He wasn’t even sure whether he could see the battle scars of the giant, sandy walls that lined the city of Iziz anymore.
