Post by sameth on Apr 28, 2012 6:12:58 GMT -5
Name: Sameth Von-Karnel
Race: : Various. Primarily Human & Iridonian, clear Mirulaka ancestry
Age: 13
Height: 4’11
Weight: 98 ilbs
Appearance: Sameth is a small, thin to the point of scrawny girl with rather angular features and a plain but pretty enough face. She has four very small horns across her forehead from her father’s side of the family and red eyes that could come from any of her various ancestries. Her skin is the average shade of a Caucasian human and another trait of vague origins. Notably, she has a small, slightly upturned nose and short ginger hair that tends towards messiness, giving her a prudish and somewhat constantly affronted look.
Personality: Haughty, book worm-ish, and extremely straitlaced. Easily one of the most annoying classmates to have had in the academy, most of her peers will be glad to see the last of her. Sameth believes that the key to peace is order and that the key to order is rules. She is extremely stubborn about abiding by any rule, regulation or irrelevant bi-law that, if she hadn’t been entered into the order, she would have made an excellent bureaucrat. Sameth is smart and has isolated herself from others with books, making her a less than empathetic person. She is also extremely prideful and tunnel-visioned when pursuing a goal.
Despite all this, she is also an extremely hard working, goal oriented person. And while she may have many flaws, she is very aware of them and, for all of her impossible expectations towards others she judges herself a hundred times harder. Because of this she can be highly self conscious and become panicky when someone else points out a mistake. And while she will usually submit to an elder’s authority on a subject she has an unshakable strong moral and ethical code as well as a high sense of loyalty, honor and justice.
Or the tl;dr version: unyielding, ambitious, smart, hardworking, prissy and rather desperate to prove herself
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: a very typical apprentice’s lightsaber. Somewhat shorter than average to compensate for her lack of height.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 1
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 7
Body: 2
Sense: 6
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 3
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio: Sameth is the third child born to a very powerful branch of the extremely wealthy and politically powerful Van-Karnel family. Her father, Rashid Van-Karnel is the younger brother to the family heir and thought to be a brilliant business and political maneuverer. In regards to his family, he is loving but absent more than he should be. Sameth’s mother, Kara Van-Karnel nee’ Siad is supposedly blind and keeps her eyes covered at all times. Her oldest sibling, Karsh is in his second year as a deep space trader much to his father’s chagrin. Sameth admires him greatly for his charm, and adventure stories.
Originally, when the order came to look at the Van-Karnel family, Sameth’s older sister Ramial was given high consideration- her force sensitivity was one in a million and she was a highly empathetic and kind person. However, her sensitivity proved to be a detriment; the order decided not to take her on and soon after she had a mental break a few months before Sameth’s second birthday. After the break, most of the time and attention of Sameth’s parents was taken up with Ramial’s illness or Karsh’s reckless behavior. Dutiful and intent on being the good child, Sameth was loved but mostly in the background of her vibrant family. This continued till Sameth turned six and, in a school yard fight, injured another child by shattering glass with telekinesis. The Jedi order was soon recalled to her house, and took her in immediately.
Because of the age at which she left home, the break with her family wasn’t a clean one. Sameth still keeps in touch with her parents and siblings, visiting them whenever possible and reading about the business exploits of the Van-Karnel’s in the news.
In the academy, Sameth has been intellectually ahead of her peers by years and has taken to lessons in the force with great ease. Physically though, she is barely able to keep up with her classmates and she doesn’t have much desire to improve her lightsaber work or combat skills of any kind. Her goals though, are very impressive- Sameth has decided that she would like to be one of the as the Jedi Council’s representative to the Senate. Like her father, she is ambitious and it shows in both her goals and her attitude.
RP Sample:
Sameth’s knee stings sharply and she draws breath in deep through her nose, breathing out in a slow, controlled exhale. The pain isn’t that bad- she’d had worse than a skinned knee in lightsaber practice or just from general clumsiness. It’s wounded pride that makes the hot pinprick of tears well up in the corner of her eyes. Somewhere to her left, anonymous snickers form in the crowd. In front of her, Tam-Nal Ket smiles sweetly, his innocent, cherubic features making him look as guiltless and serene as the statues of the old masters.
“Oh, real sorry there, Van-Karnel. You’re just so short that I completely missed you. I just have to look more carefully when I walk. You little people are just so easy to trip over.”
“You tripped me, Ket. But I accept your apology, of course.” Her voice comes out perfectly even. A hint of pride sparks in her gut before she grinds in up into and buried it. Jedis are not prideful.
“Think anyone’s gonna pick her, or are they gonna think she’s a youngling and send her back? She only looks like, ten, after all.” Jala’s voice is loud and booming over the other padawans. She’s the strongest in their year and even a better duelist than some of the apprentices two years ahead of them. She was certain to have at least three Knights approach her with an offer of apprenticeship and perhaps even a Master.
“My height doesn’t matter. I’m thirteen, they’re required to find a position for me. Besides, Master Yoda is smaller than I am.” Sameth points out reasonably. She has to crane her neck up uncomfortably to meet Jala’s large purple eyes.
“I don’t think any of that matters. No one is going to want to spend ten years babysitting you.”
Sameth isn’t even sure where that comes from- the voice in the crowd is indecipherable as it is brutally honest. And the truth in it sends a chilling wave of fear through her.
Karsh had once told her, during one of his surprise visits, that she got scared the same was a poisonous snake did- biting and spreading venom everywhere. Only, they hadn’t invented an anti-venom to words yet. He’d warned her to be more careful. So had several of her teachers.
“Jala, don’t be surprised when you get picked by a Knight who has a lot of heavy luggage- all you’re really good for is those arms. Not like there’s a brain in that giant head of yours. And Ket, I’m sure you’ll enjoy your assignment as a padawan to a Jedi in medicorps. They need someone to entertain the patients while people who can actually use the Force do real work. ” Sameth turns sharply on her heel, not bothering to straighten out her robes or try at make her stupid hair lie flat.
“And as for the rest of you” She calls out over her shoulder “Enjoy agricorps. After all they have to find something for the failures to do.”
Sameth walked brusquely, digging her nails into her palms till tiny little crescent moons imprinted themselves deep in her skin. The silence of the group behind her confirmed, in a silent consensus, that no one wanted her here now, and in three weeks’ time when it came to choose apprentices, no one would want her then.
First character here, so let me know how I can fix it up
Race: : Various. Primarily Human & Iridonian, clear Mirulaka ancestry
Age: 13
Height: 4’11
Weight: 98 ilbs
Appearance: Sameth is a small, thin to the point of scrawny girl with rather angular features and a plain but pretty enough face. She has four very small horns across her forehead from her father’s side of the family and red eyes that could come from any of her various ancestries. Her skin is the average shade of a Caucasian human and another trait of vague origins. Notably, she has a small, slightly upturned nose and short ginger hair that tends towards messiness, giving her a prudish and somewhat constantly affronted look.
Personality: Haughty, book worm-ish, and extremely straitlaced. Easily one of the most annoying classmates to have had in the academy, most of her peers will be glad to see the last of her. Sameth believes that the key to peace is order and that the key to order is rules. She is extremely stubborn about abiding by any rule, regulation or irrelevant bi-law that, if she hadn’t been entered into the order, she would have made an excellent bureaucrat. Sameth is smart and has isolated herself from others with books, making her a less than empathetic person. She is also extremely prideful and tunnel-visioned when pursuing a goal.
Despite all this, she is also an extremely hard working, goal oriented person. And while she may have many flaws, she is very aware of them and, for all of her impossible expectations towards others she judges herself a hundred times harder. Because of this she can be highly self conscious and become panicky when someone else points out a mistake. And while she will usually submit to an elder’s authority on a subject she has an unshakable strong moral and ethical code as well as a high sense of loyalty, honor and justice.
Or the tl;dr version: unyielding, ambitious, smart, hardworking, prissy and rather desperate to prove herself
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: a very typical apprentice’s lightsaber. Somewhat shorter than average to compensate for her lack of height.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 1
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 7
Body: 2
Sense: 6
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 3
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio: Sameth is the third child born to a very powerful branch of the extremely wealthy and politically powerful Van-Karnel family. Her father, Rashid Van-Karnel is the younger brother to the family heir and thought to be a brilliant business and political maneuverer. In regards to his family, he is loving but absent more than he should be. Sameth’s mother, Kara Van-Karnel nee’ Siad is supposedly blind and keeps her eyes covered at all times. Her oldest sibling, Karsh is in his second year as a deep space trader much to his father’s chagrin. Sameth admires him greatly for his charm, and adventure stories.
Originally, when the order came to look at the Van-Karnel family, Sameth’s older sister Ramial was given high consideration- her force sensitivity was one in a million and she was a highly empathetic and kind person. However, her sensitivity proved to be a detriment; the order decided not to take her on and soon after she had a mental break a few months before Sameth’s second birthday. After the break, most of the time and attention of Sameth’s parents was taken up with Ramial’s illness or Karsh’s reckless behavior. Dutiful and intent on being the good child, Sameth was loved but mostly in the background of her vibrant family. This continued till Sameth turned six and, in a school yard fight, injured another child by shattering glass with telekinesis. The Jedi order was soon recalled to her house, and took her in immediately.
Because of the age at which she left home, the break with her family wasn’t a clean one. Sameth still keeps in touch with her parents and siblings, visiting them whenever possible and reading about the business exploits of the Van-Karnel’s in the news.
In the academy, Sameth has been intellectually ahead of her peers by years and has taken to lessons in the force with great ease. Physically though, she is barely able to keep up with her classmates and she doesn’t have much desire to improve her lightsaber work or combat skills of any kind. Her goals though, are very impressive- Sameth has decided that she would like to be one of the as the Jedi Council’s representative to the Senate. Like her father, she is ambitious and it shows in both her goals and her attitude.
RP Sample:
Sameth’s knee stings sharply and she draws breath in deep through her nose, breathing out in a slow, controlled exhale. The pain isn’t that bad- she’d had worse than a skinned knee in lightsaber practice or just from general clumsiness. It’s wounded pride that makes the hot pinprick of tears well up in the corner of her eyes. Somewhere to her left, anonymous snickers form in the crowd. In front of her, Tam-Nal Ket smiles sweetly, his innocent, cherubic features making him look as guiltless and serene as the statues of the old masters.
“Oh, real sorry there, Van-Karnel. You’re just so short that I completely missed you. I just have to look more carefully when I walk. You little people are just so easy to trip over.”
“You tripped me, Ket. But I accept your apology, of course.” Her voice comes out perfectly even. A hint of pride sparks in her gut before she grinds in up into and buried it. Jedis are not prideful.
“Think anyone’s gonna pick her, or are they gonna think she’s a youngling and send her back? She only looks like, ten, after all.” Jala’s voice is loud and booming over the other padawans. She’s the strongest in their year and even a better duelist than some of the apprentices two years ahead of them. She was certain to have at least three Knights approach her with an offer of apprenticeship and perhaps even a Master.
“My height doesn’t matter. I’m thirteen, they’re required to find a position for me. Besides, Master Yoda is smaller than I am.” Sameth points out reasonably. She has to crane her neck up uncomfortably to meet Jala’s large purple eyes.
“I don’t think any of that matters. No one is going to want to spend ten years babysitting you.”
Sameth isn’t even sure where that comes from- the voice in the crowd is indecipherable as it is brutally honest. And the truth in it sends a chilling wave of fear through her.
Karsh had once told her, during one of his surprise visits, that she got scared the same was a poisonous snake did- biting and spreading venom everywhere. Only, they hadn’t invented an anti-venom to words yet. He’d warned her to be more careful. So had several of her teachers.
“Jala, don’t be surprised when you get picked by a Knight who has a lot of heavy luggage- all you’re really good for is those arms. Not like there’s a brain in that giant head of yours. And Ket, I’m sure you’ll enjoy your assignment as a padawan to a Jedi in medicorps. They need someone to entertain the patients while people who can actually use the Force do real work. ” Sameth turns sharply on her heel, not bothering to straighten out her robes or try at make her stupid hair lie flat.
“And as for the rest of you” She calls out over her shoulder “Enjoy agricorps. After all they have to find something for the failures to do.”
Sameth walked brusquely, digging her nails into her palms till tiny little crescent moons imprinted themselves deep in her skin. The silence of the group behind her confirmed, in a silent consensus, that no one wanted her here now, and in three weeks’ time when it came to choose apprentices, no one would want her then.
First character here, so let me know how I can fix it up
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