Tekyr Mevek [Jedi Knight]

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Name: Tekyr Mevek
Race: Kiffar
Age: 25
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 194lbs

Appearance: A tall leanly built warrior with tan skin,a shaven head (naturally dark brown hair) and brown eyes. He wears a vast array of scars, his face has red facial markings (tattoos) that are permanent, these marks run down the right side of his neck over his shoulder and bicep. He dresses more or less like a typical Jedi with the earth tone robes.

Birth place: Kiffu

Faction: Jedi

Rank: Knight

Lightsaber: Single Customized Dual-Phase
Color: Yellow
Preferred Lightsaber forms: Sokan and Shien

Special Mevek Bloodline Weakness: Due to his enhanced ability in the precognitive and sensory aspects of the Force he is weaker in the use of Telekinesis and Energy-based Force powers.

Bio: Tekyr Mevek's family caught plague while he was a youth of barely four years old. His remaining family had him sent away out of fear the boy might also possess the sickness and that he could be a danger to their newly acquired power over his deceased parents estates.

To the child's good luck he was found by a woman named Tiffan Sandtail (a Padawan under her own Master an Echani named Marce Alshe) during his voyage towards a training colony where he was to become a miner far away from the rest of his family on Kiffu. The Jedi Knight Marce, who knew enough of ailments to realize the boy did indeed have a disease, one that was slowly killing him. Discovering this they took him to the Jedi Fortress on Falang Minor where after several weeks of physical therapy and with the aid of Jedi Healers the boy would recover. Amidst this surprise of renewed vigor and lie as well, he would display an aptitude for the Force.

Years would pass.

Tiffan who was stationed upon a near-by planet with her Master decided to take the boy on as her Padawan learner returning to retrieve the; at the time twelve year old. His life as a Jedi Padawan would begin, traveling planet to planet with his Master - adventure to adventure.

Their journey would land them in the Kanz Sector smack into the middle of what would be the some of the padawan's harshest trials of all. Master and student would arrive on the enslaved planet of Lorrd. Here they would begin to aid the tormented Lorrdians against Argazdan oppressors. Here he would learn the darker aspects of war, and human nature as well as his first real taste of loss (having been young enough to only vaguely remember his family).

Jedi despite their strict adherence to the Code all give into the human flaw called emotion. The young Kiffar was no different in this aspect, he would fall for one of the Lorrdian slave girls, one who was secretly assisting other Lorrdians in a rebellion against the Argazdans; youthful romance would awaken between the two despite Tiffan's disapproval. Tekyr would begin displaying un-Jedi like behavior that would lead to an even darker path. One that would test his devotion to the Order.

Master Sandtail would leave her padawan behind, knowing he had to face such trials on his own and finding her calling would take her elsewhere. Tekyr would dedicate himself to the salvation of the Lorrdians, their resistance fighters fast growing familiar with the Jedi padawan's presence even so much as becoming a local hero. Reputation and praise would begin to build in the young Kiffar a sense of pride that eventually led to ego. Ego that would get his Lorrdian lover murdered, and his 'rebel' cell slaughtered. Rage filled the warrior, a failed attack would ensue and his capture at the hands of the Argazdans would be inevitable.

Tortured, beaten, and branded he saw himself near death; near enough he almost didn't recognize the Jedi Master Marce Alshe. The man who would once again save him and take him under his wing, tutor him in dealing with his loss and help him restrengthen himself towards the proper path he should have never deviated from. Renewed humbled and older Tekyr began searching for his missing Master leaving behind the hardships of Lorrd knowing it would not cease in his lifetime nor was it a path he could call his own.

Finding his Master had more or less vanished from Marce the two would begin a quest seeking her where-abouts only to find a distress signal meant for them. A trap. Fallen and no longer the Tiffan Sandtail they knew, having become a slave to the Dark Side of the Force she would laid out an ambush for her Former Master and Padawan. Her skills at this point in time more than a match for her former Master bringing him to his knees she would bring about his death with the swift stroke of a lightsaber. Shocked and confused Tekyr would engage in battle with his former teacher, a fight he lost. His former Master spared him, leaving him to die.

This death would not come to the tenacious Kiffar. It would only steel his resolve, believing she spared him because she wished to be saved he set out for her again.

This was years ago... Tekyr Mevek is now a matured veteran warrior, A Jedi Knight known for his skills of anticipation and battle precognition (as well as the Kiffar ability of psychometry). A master level Sokan style lightsaber combatant he travels the Galaxy more or less alone, an outsider to the Jedi of Coruscant seeking his lost Master in hopes of saving her. On this quest he's helped many others and made many enemies.

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:::Sample RP:::

" No need to stand. Please... stay seated. " The hooded figure said quietly as he neared the table of assorted figures.

The large tawny fur covered creature that stood just over 2 meters snorted, a loud sound coming from it's elongated snout as two tusks angled in regard towards the Jedi who had approached.

" What you want? " Came a choking garble of words from the Twi'lek who sat beside it, who chewing and talking around what looked like the leg of some sort of fowl.

" Just a few questions answered... " replied Tekyr. Standing near motionless as he observed the five figures gathered around the table. Two humans, the Twi'lek, the Whiphid and a Droid.

" With answers come cash. You have this? " The twi'lek apparently the leader asked his own question.

The Kiffar Jedi nodded his head. " Yes, I do if need be. "

" Ok. Ask, I'll decide how much you pay when done asking. " Came the sarcastic reply of the leader.

" A woman passed through here... she wore black and didn't stay long. I heard she even kill... "

" A woman in black? Ha ha ha. She said someone would arrive for her. You show faster than expected. " The short human of the group piped in.

" She was here. Which way did she leave?" Tekyr expected trouble already. It was quite obvious at this point. He shifted slightly enough his outer robe would fall open and reveal to the men around the pazaak table his lightsaber.

The Twi'lek tosses aside his now picked clean leg. Glancing sidelong at the Whiphid a language the Knight did not speak coming from his lips, instant hostility felt in the form of empathy resulting as Tekyr Mevek's eyes are drawn to the towering fur-covered alien.

" I don't come for violence. Just answers, nothing more. " He informed the group of scoundrels.

" We got paid. Plus when we kill you Jeedai we get what you have. No need for bartering then. "

Tekyr seized up the situation calmly, five against one and far too many to try and use 'Mind Tricks' on at once. " Once more... no violence, just answers and you can all carry on with your game. I'll be on my way, no one gets harmed. "

" I got answer for you Jedi! " The Twi'lek mocked as his hand slapped down to the blaster at his hip, " How about no. "

The snap-hiss of a lightsaber being ignited was the next sound; followed by the pull of a trigger. Tekyr deflected the shot with a relative ease the blast burying itself into the skull of the short human who had earlier spoke the gaping hole that would appear leaving the stench of burnt flesh and boiled blood.

Another blaster shot would sail past Tekyr's head and he was moving, the Whiphids shadow above him becoming a shield from the others as it maneuvered him towards the wall with the swing of a massive pipe that had spikes welded to the head of it. He ducked; the 'pipe-maul' smashed into the wall above him and one Whiphid became two. A brief flash of a startled Twi'lek face was visible to Tekyr Mevek from the space created between abdomen and torso.

" Stand down stand down! " Cried the Twi'lek. " Please great Jedi do not kill me. I fired only on accident... this blaster it has a hair trigger you know... the slightest tap and it goes off... look look see. " He aimed at the other human and tapped a display of light and the smell of burnt ozone was evident as the second and last human at the table fell over dead. A hole carved through his chest cavity. " You see! Accident "

The robed Jedi snarled, " Stop that! Put the blaster down. "

" Yes yes... anything you say great and merciful Jedi. " Sniveled the Twi'lek as he put the blaster upon the ground between them.

" Just tell me what I want to know... I will leave without any more bloodshed. There has been enough of that. " Tekyr sighed.

" Yes... of course. Everything and anything you want to know.... "

:::End:::

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OOC: Sorry that sample RP post came out alot longer than intended. I'm not too sure on what is completely allowed and what is not but let me know if anything needs altered and will gladly do so. Thanks.


Ty.

[Jenno]

what's his rank?

[DreamKiLLeR]

Just a Knight. Not too fond of playing younger characters. So I steered away from playing him as a Youngling or Padawan.

Unless there is another ranking system I'm unaware of

[Jenno]

put that down under rank.

ACCEPTED

pm me if you'd like a place in the story. Or you can just start.