Post by Kipper Lennox on Jan 5, 2008 9:23:44 GMT -5
Name: Yenrug Kin
Race: Ithorian
Age: 25
Height: 1.9 metres
Weight: 160lb
Appearance:
Birth place: Ithor
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Knight (Guardian Class)
Bio:
As with most, if not all, Ithorians; Yenrug Kin was born in one of the massive herdships in the skies of the planet Ithor.
As a small child, the Ithorian high priests could feel tremendous Force potential from the boy; and even postulated his destiny to be that of a High Priest. The high priests discussed his destiny, deciding that his affinity to the Force is greater than that of the Ithorian Priests; and offered the child to the Jedi Order, feeling that Yenrug could better serve peace, justice and his people as a Jedi Knight.
After being taken in to the Jedi Temple as a Youngling, he began rigorous training in the ways of the Force, as all Jedi hopefuls do, and was taken as a Padawan learner at the age of ten, by Jedi Guardian Kipper Lennox.
With his aid, he constructed his first lightsaber; a green blade that reflected his connection to nature as an Ithorian. Master Lennox then began to train Yenrug to Knighthood, teaching him the ways of the Guardians; of lightsaber combat and of defending those who are innocent and in need.
On a diplomatic mission to Onderon, Master Lennox and Padawan Kin were ambushed by Dark Jedi, the ensuing fight left Padawan Kin unconcious, awaking to find a lone Dark Jedi standing over him, and no trace of Master Lennox aside from his lightsaber. Yenrug, unarmed himself, fought the Dark Jedi off using the unique Ithorian ability to produce a powerful sonic blast from their four throats, before calling his master's lightsaber to his hand and cutting the Dark Jedi down.
Returning to seek the aid of the Jedi Council, Yenrug was promoted to Jedi Knight for surviving the encounter, but Kipper Lennox has not been heard of since. Yenrug constructed a new lightsaber to replace the one he lost, using a blue crystal - traditionally associated with Jedi Guardians - to honour his fallen Master.
In the five years since Master Lennox's disappearance, Yenrug has distinguished himself as both a level headed diplomat, and a fierce warrior; and hopes to take a Padawan learner of his own.
Lightsaber Single hilt
Colour: Blue
Powers:
Force Heal
Force Push
Saber Throw
Mind Trick
Force Blast (Ithorian sonic blast)
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
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1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
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1 2 3 4 5 [6] 7 8 9 10
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Alignment
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-5 -4 -3 -2 -1 0 1 2 3 [4] 5
Form(s):
Form I, Shii-Cho: Proficient
Form II, Makashi: Trained
Form III, Soresu: Proficient (Preferred Form)
Form IV, Ataru: Trained
Form V, Shien/Djem So: Trained
Yenrug, perhaps due to his species' lack of dexterity, prefers and specializes in Soresu, a defensive form that engages in long duels by defending with reserved and modest movements, steadily working towards either an oppurtunity to strike, or to exhaust an opponent.
As a Jedi Guardian, Kin is trained in a variety of lightsaber forms, though he is not as proficient in their use as he is with Soresu, and rarely engages in any other form usage.
Short sample RP:
I often catch them unaware, the thugs and petty criminals of Coruscant.
They see an Ithorian and think "peace lover, pacifist." They are right, to an extent. I am an advocate of peace, as all Jedi are; and I wish harm to no-one and no thing.
However, they seem to look past my Jedi robes, and past the slim silver cylinder at my belt and look at only the stereotype of my species. This is a mistake they will only make once, unfortunately.
"Hah! Bold Ithorian, what do you tree-lovers want here? Where's your precious herd?" a grey skinned Rodian taunts
"Not all Ithorians travel with a herd, my Rodian friend."
"Yeah, but where's yours, hammerhead? I thought you cowards needed a priest to guide you!" the green skinned Rodian next to him chimes in, laughing at his own jibes.
"I am here to see Satin."
The Aqualish standing next to the stern Weequay in front of me chimes in, clearly their leader... "No one speaks to Satin! Kill him!
::Sigh:: this could've been avoided. A lack of foresight on my part.
The two Rodians rush at me from the right with Exchange Negotiators; crude but effective melee weapons. Without turning, I raise my right hand to them, and focus the Force through it. The power of the Push throws them into an unoccupied table in the uncharacteristically quiet cantina, incapacitating them.
The other two thugs produce blaster pistols; clumsy and ungainly weapons even in the most expert of hands, these small time enforcers are only a threat to themselves. Calling once more on the Force, I pull my lightsaber from my belt and ignite it as it lands in my hand, slashing the Weequay's blaster in half, then the Aqualish's.
"The Jedi Order is my herd, and the Force is my guide." I say calmly as I finish my maneuver, facing them with and assuming the Shii-Cho Offensive Nuetral stance.
"I did not come here to wound thugs, I came here only to speak to Satin." I say in Basic, holding my lightsaber to them both, as it's unlikely they understand Ithorian.
"Satin not speak to Ithor Jedi scum!" The Aqualish grunts in return; it shocks me that they are inarticulate even when speaking in their own tounge.
"On the contrary, my friend, Satin will willingly speak to the Ithor Jedi scum." A voice beams from a door behind the bar.
The owner of the voice is Satin, a female Twi'Lek who used her wits to escape slavery on Nar Shadaa to open a cantina on the lower levels of Coruscant. She was a trusted informant of my former Master, Kipper Lennox, I met her many times during my time under Master Lennox's tutelage, and now I hope she can help me as she once did him.
"Dilk, Asandret!" She barks at the Weequay and the Aqualish. "Pick up those two Rodian morons and get out; you will be docked two days pay for attacking a Jedi Knight in my cantina. GO!"
The thugs limp off, carrying their unconcious Rodian colleagues with them, their pride wounded.
Satin turns to face me as I switch off my lightsaber and place it back on my belt.
"Now, Master Kin! What brings you to the lows of Coruscant?" She beams again with the trademark glint of guile in her eye.
"I was hoping you might help me uncover the truth about my master, Kipper Lennox. I do not believe he is dead."
There is a moment of silence, we are both considering the weight of my words.
"What have you heard?"
Race: Ithorian
Age: 25
Height: 1.9 metres
Weight: 160lb
Appearance:
Birth place: Ithor
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Knight (Guardian Class)
Bio:
As with most, if not all, Ithorians; Yenrug Kin was born in one of the massive herdships in the skies of the planet Ithor.
As a small child, the Ithorian high priests could feel tremendous Force potential from the boy; and even postulated his destiny to be that of a High Priest. The high priests discussed his destiny, deciding that his affinity to the Force is greater than that of the Ithorian Priests; and offered the child to the Jedi Order, feeling that Yenrug could better serve peace, justice and his people as a Jedi Knight.
After being taken in to the Jedi Temple as a Youngling, he began rigorous training in the ways of the Force, as all Jedi hopefuls do, and was taken as a Padawan learner at the age of ten, by Jedi Guardian Kipper Lennox.
With his aid, he constructed his first lightsaber; a green blade that reflected his connection to nature as an Ithorian. Master Lennox then began to train Yenrug to Knighthood, teaching him the ways of the Guardians; of lightsaber combat and of defending those who are innocent and in need.
On a diplomatic mission to Onderon, Master Lennox and Padawan Kin were ambushed by Dark Jedi, the ensuing fight left Padawan Kin unconcious, awaking to find a lone Dark Jedi standing over him, and no trace of Master Lennox aside from his lightsaber. Yenrug, unarmed himself, fought the Dark Jedi off using the unique Ithorian ability to produce a powerful sonic blast from their four throats, before calling his master's lightsaber to his hand and cutting the Dark Jedi down.
Returning to seek the aid of the Jedi Council, Yenrug was promoted to Jedi Knight for surviving the encounter, but Kipper Lennox has not been heard of since. Yenrug constructed a new lightsaber to replace the one he lost, using a blue crystal - traditionally associated with Jedi Guardians - to honour his fallen Master.
In the five years since Master Lennox's disappearance, Yenrug has distinguished himself as both a level headed diplomat, and a fierce warrior; and hopes to take a Padawan learner of his own.
Lightsaber Single hilt
Colour: Blue
Powers:
Force Heal
Force Push
Saber Throw
Mind Trick
Force Blast (Ithorian sonic blast)
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
--------------------------
1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 [6] 7 8 9 10
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
-------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
--------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Alignment
-------------------------
-5 -4 -3 -2 -1 0 1 2 3 [4] 5
Form(s):
Form I, Shii-Cho: Proficient
Form II, Makashi: Trained
Form III, Soresu: Proficient (Preferred Form)
Form IV, Ataru: Trained
Form V, Shien/Djem So: Trained
Yenrug, perhaps due to his species' lack of dexterity, prefers and specializes in Soresu, a defensive form that engages in long duels by defending with reserved and modest movements, steadily working towards either an oppurtunity to strike, or to exhaust an opponent.
As a Jedi Guardian, Kin is trained in a variety of lightsaber forms, though he is not as proficient in their use as he is with Soresu, and rarely engages in any other form usage.
Short sample RP:
I often catch them unaware, the thugs and petty criminals of Coruscant.
They see an Ithorian and think "peace lover, pacifist." They are right, to an extent. I am an advocate of peace, as all Jedi are; and I wish harm to no-one and no thing.
However, they seem to look past my Jedi robes, and past the slim silver cylinder at my belt and look at only the stereotype of my species. This is a mistake they will only make once, unfortunately.
"Hah! Bold Ithorian, what do you tree-lovers want here? Where's your precious herd?" a grey skinned Rodian taunts
"Not all Ithorians travel with a herd, my Rodian friend."
"Yeah, but where's yours, hammerhead? I thought you cowards needed a priest to guide you!" the green skinned Rodian next to him chimes in, laughing at his own jibes.
"I am here to see Satin."
The Aqualish standing next to the stern Weequay in front of me chimes in, clearly their leader... "No one speaks to Satin! Kill him!
::Sigh:: this could've been avoided. A lack of foresight on my part.
The two Rodians rush at me from the right with Exchange Negotiators; crude but effective melee weapons. Without turning, I raise my right hand to them, and focus the Force through it. The power of the Push throws them into an unoccupied table in the uncharacteristically quiet cantina, incapacitating them.
The other two thugs produce blaster pistols; clumsy and ungainly weapons even in the most expert of hands, these small time enforcers are only a threat to themselves. Calling once more on the Force, I pull my lightsaber from my belt and ignite it as it lands in my hand, slashing the Weequay's blaster in half, then the Aqualish's.
"The Jedi Order is my herd, and the Force is my guide." I say calmly as I finish my maneuver, facing them with and assuming the Shii-Cho Offensive Nuetral stance.
"I did not come here to wound thugs, I came here only to speak to Satin." I say in Basic, holding my lightsaber to them both, as it's unlikely they understand Ithorian.
"Satin not speak to Ithor Jedi scum!" The Aqualish grunts in return; it shocks me that they are inarticulate even when speaking in their own tounge.
"On the contrary, my friend, Satin will willingly speak to the Ithor Jedi scum." A voice beams from a door behind the bar.
The owner of the voice is Satin, a female Twi'Lek who used her wits to escape slavery on Nar Shadaa to open a cantina on the lower levels of Coruscant. She was a trusted informant of my former Master, Kipper Lennox, I met her many times during my time under Master Lennox's tutelage, and now I hope she can help me as she once did him.
"Dilk, Asandret!" She barks at the Weequay and the Aqualish. "Pick up those two Rodian morons and get out; you will be docked two days pay for attacking a Jedi Knight in my cantina. GO!"
The thugs limp off, carrying their unconcious Rodian colleagues with them, their pride wounded.
Satin turns to face me as I switch off my lightsaber and place it back on my belt.
"Now, Master Kin! What brings you to the lows of Coruscant?" She beams again with the trademark glint of guile in her eye.
"I was hoping you might help me uncover the truth about my master, Kipper Lennox. I do not believe he is dead."
There is a moment of silence, we are both considering the weight of my words.
"What have you heard?"
