Post by densjak on Aug 18, 2012 0:26:10 GMT -5
Name: Iolan Vel
Race: Mon Calamari
Age: 9
Height: 4'2"
Weight: 59 lbs.
Appearance:
He fidgets.
It's not the first thing you notice about the small, thin Mon Calamari youngling with the easy smile and the wide, expressive eyes; but it stands out. His simple, home-spun clothing is typical of the Order to which he aspires, though he slouches a bit and it gives the illusion that his robing is over-sized and ill-suited to his frame.
His mottled salmon and red skin has a slight yellowing around the joints and in the squint of his eyes. He has a tendency to scratch when he doesn't itch, idle hands seeking for any activity; his wide, yellow and red eyes glancing around the room here and there, before stopping to count the number of panels in the walls, or inspecting a stray bit of dust in the corner of the ceiling.
Occasionally, he will catch himself, then stand up straight in a brief moment of calm meditation. For a handful of breaths, he can stop himself fidgeting, but it seldom lasts.
Personality:
Iolan Vel is wildly curious about everything around him - people, creatures, buildings, the Force - sometimes detrimentally so.
In response to countless corrections by Temple Minders, Iolan has practiced hard to create a thoughtful and contemplative demeanor. This is aimed at giving others the impression that he is disinterested or bored with his surroundings - calm and mindful of the living force; though the more observant will notice the childish enthusiasm barely suppressed in his constantly seeking eyes.
Iolan is intelligent and inquisitive, always seeking a deeper understanding of the world around him, and the Force through which it flows.. He asks a lot of questions, sometimes over-thinking things, but looks for answers on his own, if no satisfaction can be gained from the more knowledgeable.
Having been exclusively raised within the Jedi Order, he has a keen interest in the lives, personalities and expectations of others, especially those few whom he has met who live and work outside the Temple. This curiosity, however, is more a pure desire to know than a dissatisfaction with his place in the galaxy.
When reprimanded, Iolan often turns sullen and withdrawn, though this dark mood rarely lasts long. He is typically a happy, if not content child.
Birthplace: New Coral City, Dac
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: Iolan has not been given his own lightsaber.
Color:
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 2
Makashi n/a
Soresu n/a
Ataru n/a
Shien / Djem So n/a
>>Sub-form Backhanded n/a
Niman n/a
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield n/a
Juyo n/a
Double Bladed Combat n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 1
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Iolan Vel was born in New Coral City on the Mon Calamari home world, Dac. While still in the hospital, he suffered from a mild fungal infection, the consequence of which causes his skin to develop it's bright yellow tint around “edges.”.
Canthar Pa'ar, a Jedi Healer volunteering at the hospital at the time, discovered Iolan's connection to the Force after a random midichlorian count of infants in the NICU. With his parents’ begrudging consent, the babe was taken to be raised by the Order.
After leaving the Nursery, Iolan Vel found the life of a Jedi Youngling to be one of cooperative competition. The young of a hundred different worlds were brought together to test their mettle and determine who among them might rise to the ranks of the Jedi Knights. His earliest years were filled with toys and games designed to educate and bring out his potential to wield the Force, combined with periods of thoughtful contemplation and reflection. As he grew, his life became an exercise in discipline and ritual.
It was the quiet contemplation that gave Iolan Vel the most difficulty. Like any youngling, Iolan was filled with energy and impatient with silence. In addition to this, his natural curiosity about his surroundings impeded his meditation. The young Mon Calamari often complained that his thoughts wouldn't be still; and old thoughts - once calmed - only served to make way for new. Questions without words rose up in his mind, shouting down the quiet and filling his muscles with energy.
In the end, Iolan found his peace in the waters of the Temple pools, where he would go sometimes to be alone, when there were no lessons being given. He found that his mind was at ease in the warm, blue water - whether floating quietly on the surface, or swimming lap after lap in the dim light of dusk. These meditations fed Iolan’s personal view of the Living Force as a great river, teeming with life; the currents of a Galactic Ocean, through which all life swims.
Among his peers, Iolan was not the most social youngling, however. He developed a taste for the detached camaraderie fostered by temple life. Eschewing the bonds of close personal friendship, instead adopting a more work-environment relationship with those of his clan. Other students, even teachers were important to the youngling, and he offered his aid wherever it might be needed, he smiled easily and laughed often, even sharing in the japes and capers of his fellow aspiring Jedi; but Iolan's focus was on the Force - on mastering his studies and gaining a deeper understanding of the Universe around him.
The youngling’s natural inclination for observation and learning about the world, lent itself well to his young Force sensitivities. His desire to take command of himself and to be calm and less fidgety aided in his awareness of his own body and the control thereof. Iolan’s lightsaber training, however, was heavily colored by a visiting Duros Jedi, Katchagiri, and a practice duel he happened to watch, between the outsider and his blades master, Mars Tuket.
Iolan had been running an errand for one of the Temple Instructors when he heard the sound of lightsabers clashing in the practice hall. He ducked in and watched the two Masters spar, as they debated the merits of one Lightsaber Form over another. Something in the visiting Jedi's argument, however, seemed to agitate Iolan's blades master and the longer he watched them, the more uncomfortable he grew. Something dark, sickening and powerful seemed to swell as the two Masters clashed blades.
In the end, the casual sparring turned briefly violent; and Master Tuket stood at the far side of the chamber, disarmed, humbled, and ashamed.
"A Lightsaber is not a weapon," Master Katchagiri had told Iolan afterwad; "but a conduit of the Force. A Jedi remains unarmed, even with his Lightsaber in hand; and as such, he is always prepared to find the proper and inevitable solution to any conflict. As the lightsaber becomes an extension of your physical presence in the Universe, you become the ally through which the Living Force exerts its Will on the Universe."
To the younglings under his tutelage, Mars Tuket seemed to disappear from the Temple. Over the course of a half-dozen months, lightsaber instruction was conducted by senior Initiates and any Jedi passing through the Temple who were willing to share their time and their wisdom.
When Master Tuket returned to Temple Instruction, he seemed older somehow; but there was a sense of peace about him that hadn't been there before. There were subtle differences in his teaching technique that only Iolan and few others were able to pick up on.
Iolan had learned to view the lightsaber exclusively as a focus for meditation. With a training saber in his hands, he began to catch a glimpse of that which the Duros Jedi had spoken. In the rote movements of the Lightsaber Forms, the young Mon Cal found the same quiet peace that lay in the deep waters of the Temple Pools.
Even without a lightsaber of his own, Iolan is beginning to understand its purpose as an extension of his will - the Will of the Force. As such, he cannot even imagine its use in any but a purely defensive manner - and that as only a final resort. The idea of attacking another with a lightsaber, of raising a weapon, has become - to Iolan Vel - antithetical to the very heart of the Jedi Code. His interest in lightsaber training lies only in its ability to help him understand himself and the Force, he has no interest in dueling.
RP Sample:
Race: Mon Calamari
Age: 9
Height: 4'2"
Weight: 59 lbs.
Appearance:
He fidgets.
It's not the first thing you notice about the small, thin Mon Calamari youngling with the easy smile and the wide, expressive eyes; but it stands out. His simple, home-spun clothing is typical of the Order to which he aspires, though he slouches a bit and it gives the illusion that his robing is over-sized and ill-suited to his frame.
His mottled salmon and red skin has a slight yellowing around the joints and in the squint of his eyes. He has a tendency to scratch when he doesn't itch, idle hands seeking for any activity; his wide, yellow and red eyes glancing around the room here and there, before stopping to count the number of panels in the walls, or inspecting a stray bit of dust in the corner of the ceiling.
Occasionally, he will catch himself, then stand up straight in a brief moment of calm meditation. For a handful of breaths, he can stop himself fidgeting, but it seldom lasts.
Personality:
Iolan Vel is wildly curious about everything around him - people, creatures, buildings, the Force - sometimes detrimentally so.
In response to countless corrections by Temple Minders, Iolan has practiced hard to create a thoughtful and contemplative demeanor. This is aimed at giving others the impression that he is disinterested or bored with his surroundings - calm and mindful of the living force; though the more observant will notice the childish enthusiasm barely suppressed in his constantly seeking eyes.
Iolan is intelligent and inquisitive, always seeking a deeper understanding of the world around him, and the Force through which it flows.. He asks a lot of questions, sometimes over-thinking things, but looks for answers on his own, if no satisfaction can be gained from the more knowledgeable.
Having been exclusively raised within the Jedi Order, he has a keen interest in the lives, personalities and expectations of others, especially those few whom he has met who live and work outside the Temple. This curiosity, however, is more a pure desire to know than a dissatisfaction with his place in the galaxy.
When reprimanded, Iolan often turns sullen and withdrawn, though this dark mood rarely lasts long. He is typically a happy, if not content child.
Birthplace: New Coral City, Dac
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: Iolan has not been given his own lightsaber.
Color:
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 2
Makashi n/a
Soresu n/a
Ataru n/a
Shien / Djem So n/a
>>Sub-form Backhanded n/a
Niman n/a
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield n/a
Juyo n/a
Double Bladed Combat n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 1
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Iolan Vel was born in New Coral City on the Mon Calamari home world, Dac. While still in the hospital, he suffered from a mild fungal infection, the consequence of which causes his skin to develop it's bright yellow tint around “edges.”.
Canthar Pa'ar, a Jedi Healer volunteering at the hospital at the time, discovered Iolan's connection to the Force after a random midichlorian count of infants in the NICU. With his parents’ begrudging consent, the babe was taken to be raised by the Order.
After leaving the Nursery, Iolan Vel found the life of a Jedi Youngling to be one of cooperative competition. The young of a hundred different worlds were brought together to test their mettle and determine who among them might rise to the ranks of the Jedi Knights. His earliest years were filled with toys and games designed to educate and bring out his potential to wield the Force, combined with periods of thoughtful contemplation and reflection. As he grew, his life became an exercise in discipline and ritual.
It was the quiet contemplation that gave Iolan Vel the most difficulty. Like any youngling, Iolan was filled with energy and impatient with silence. In addition to this, his natural curiosity about his surroundings impeded his meditation. The young Mon Calamari often complained that his thoughts wouldn't be still; and old thoughts - once calmed - only served to make way for new. Questions without words rose up in his mind, shouting down the quiet and filling his muscles with energy.
In the end, Iolan found his peace in the waters of the Temple pools, where he would go sometimes to be alone, when there were no lessons being given. He found that his mind was at ease in the warm, blue water - whether floating quietly on the surface, or swimming lap after lap in the dim light of dusk. These meditations fed Iolan’s personal view of the Living Force as a great river, teeming with life; the currents of a Galactic Ocean, through which all life swims.
Among his peers, Iolan was not the most social youngling, however. He developed a taste for the detached camaraderie fostered by temple life. Eschewing the bonds of close personal friendship, instead adopting a more work-environment relationship with those of his clan. Other students, even teachers were important to the youngling, and he offered his aid wherever it might be needed, he smiled easily and laughed often, even sharing in the japes and capers of his fellow aspiring Jedi; but Iolan's focus was on the Force - on mastering his studies and gaining a deeper understanding of the Universe around him.
The youngling’s natural inclination for observation and learning about the world, lent itself well to his young Force sensitivities. His desire to take command of himself and to be calm and less fidgety aided in his awareness of his own body and the control thereof. Iolan’s lightsaber training, however, was heavily colored by a visiting Duros Jedi, Katchagiri, and a practice duel he happened to watch, between the outsider and his blades master, Mars Tuket.
Iolan had been running an errand for one of the Temple Instructors when he heard the sound of lightsabers clashing in the practice hall. He ducked in and watched the two Masters spar, as they debated the merits of one Lightsaber Form over another. Something in the visiting Jedi's argument, however, seemed to agitate Iolan's blades master and the longer he watched them, the more uncomfortable he grew. Something dark, sickening and powerful seemed to swell as the two Masters clashed blades.
In the end, the casual sparring turned briefly violent; and Master Tuket stood at the far side of the chamber, disarmed, humbled, and ashamed.
"A Lightsaber is not a weapon," Master Katchagiri had told Iolan afterwad; "but a conduit of the Force. A Jedi remains unarmed, even with his Lightsaber in hand; and as such, he is always prepared to find the proper and inevitable solution to any conflict. As the lightsaber becomes an extension of your physical presence in the Universe, you become the ally through which the Living Force exerts its Will on the Universe."
To the younglings under his tutelage, Mars Tuket seemed to disappear from the Temple. Over the course of a half-dozen months, lightsaber instruction was conducted by senior Initiates and any Jedi passing through the Temple who were willing to share their time and their wisdom.
When Master Tuket returned to Temple Instruction, he seemed older somehow; but there was a sense of peace about him that hadn't been there before. There were subtle differences in his teaching technique that only Iolan and few others were able to pick up on.
Iolan had learned to view the lightsaber exclusively as a focus for meditation. With a training saber in his hands, he began to catch a glimpse of that which the Duros Jedi had spoken. In the rote movements of the Lightsaber Forms, the young Mon Cal found the same quiet peace that lay in the deep waters of the Temple Pools.
Even without a lightsaber of his own, Iolan is beginning to understand its purpose as an extension of his will - the Will of the Force. As such, he cannot even imagine its use in any but a purely defensive manner - and that as only a final resort. The idea of attacking another with a lightsaber, of raising a weapon, has become - to Iolan Vel - antithetical to the very heart of the Jedi Code. His interest in lightsaber training lies only in its ability to help him understand himself and the Force, he has no interest in dueling.
RP Sample:
I also increased Intelligence to 5, because Iolan is supposed to be intelligent, and I figured one point in 2 years was probably about right.
