Post by Rev on Aug 7, 2012 3:09:54 GMT -5
Name: Rev Ultor
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 174lbs
Appearance: Rev could easily blend into a crowd of humans. His hair is mid length, falling just past his ears and an almost black dark brown color. His eye color is a bright hazel, almost green. A tattoo of an acklay exoskeleton brands his left shoulder just above the elbow. His complexion is white, but carries a light tan.
Personality:Rev is highly outgoing and friendly man, often trying to look for the best in others. He has strong control over his emotions and rarely allows them to take the best of him thanks to his level head. He is kind and respectful to those around him, strongly believing in the Jedi Code despite his somewhat unknown past. Raised as a Jedi he cared not for what some others did in the world. He can often be found meditating amongst the Room of a Thousand Fountains, reciting the Code to better fulfill himself. This teaching becoming a lifestyle and following him for the past 18 years of his life; since his coming to the Temple. As a youngling he was known as being overly serious, even for a boy; but with age his outlook on life and the Force changed. His friendly nature coming out around his Padawanship. It was acquiring his first Master that brought him the most joy. It was this friendliness which more often than not got him helping those in need through humor or simple aid as opposed to letting those around him fulfill their needs themselves. He does however know when to be serious and can maintain himself in situations. He carries with him a calm demeanor and mentality thanks to his years at the temple. He does not allow obstacles to take the best of him and always tries to fulfill his goals and earn recognition for the Jedi Order.
Birth place: Kalist VI
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Padawan ((Knight-Guardian if Approved?))
Lightsaber: Single Blade
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 2
Makashi - N/A
Soresu - 2
Ataru - 3
Shien / Djem So - N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo - 1
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 6
Body: 4
Sense: 6
Protection: 4
Healing: 3
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Force Blinding
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio: Born on Kalist IV Rev Ultor was the son to Gavin Ultor and Siri Ultor. His father was once known as a Jedi only to be killed by a group of Pirates that assaulted his starship. This would leave his mother, Siri, alone with a child on the harsh, cold, and almost inhabitable planet of Kalist IV. Her knowing of Gavin being a Jedi would send her only child to Coruscant to be trained in the ways of the Jedi, a better life than to die of the frosts of their homeworld.
The four year old boy would proceed to train in the ways of the Jedi, never knowing the truth of his parents. It was during Youngling training that his connection to the Living Force was noticed. His ability to react in the moment to his pupils movement and own instincts were unparalleled. It was however the boys ability to conjure the Force that scared Knights and Masters from taking him on. It wasn't until an elder Master from Corellia returned unexpectedly to the Order that Rev found any luck. It was that moment in time that he received his first and only Jedi Master. A woman by the name of Lirre' Rhetor a strong Force user and even more advanced in the art and skill of a Lightsaber.
He would spend almost every waking hour of the day with his new-found Master, allowing her teachings in Form IV to sink deep into his roots until it was as natural as Shii-Cho. Each day his training would become more intense thanks to Lirre', and each day he'd find a way out of hardship. It was twelve years he spent with Master Rhetor before her untimely death. She had fallen naturally, succumbing to the test of time at her century old age. It could be expected, but to Rev it was like losing a mother, or another close relative. A closeness he never truly had or remembered. His emotions swirled with confusion for some time, but he would no doubt get through the pain. It was the Jedi who guided him, they were his family, he he was in their hands now..
[He'll either hopefully be given a new Master at this point (a PC) or become a Knight]
RP Sample:
The training room was unusually dark, especially for only being a few short hours past the suns high point. Taking his focused gaze from the shaded walls to the 'window' to his left he'd stare out it, if only for a few seconds. The quick motions always had found a way to catch his gaze. Ever since Lirre' had gone he was lost, confused, but most of all he was unsure as to why. Huffing in a deep breath of the cool temple air he'd allow a smile to grow across his face, she's one with the Force now; she's happier now.
PSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTT.....
The purple beam of light would hiss to life with familiarity. The weightless weapon freely spinning about his hand in various flourishes and cuts that would both make Rhetor shake her head and smile in astonishment. He thought of all the times she gave him crap for the pointless flurry, but he'd always thought it looked cool.. And style counted for something, even if you were a Jedi.
Turning he'd eye the two training bots that had rolled from the walls. They'd start as orbs only to grow into deadly defensive droids. As one began to setup itself as a turret, the other moved in for the 'kill.' Three shots rang out, filling the small training hall with glowing life, and two beams would be easily avoided.
The young man would bend his knees as the Force began to freely flow between both the ground and his legs. Pushing off the surface the leap would bring him backwards, the Force carrying his body in a way no normal man could jump; gravity just wouldn't allow it. Contorting his body, his arm would twist as his shoulder forced himself into a barrel roll. Half way through his completed spin the purple blade would catch the third blaster bolt, sending it at the turret's "friend." The result was a flurry of sparks, and one final explosion as the bolt caught the droid directly in its receiver core; overloading the poor bucket.
Soft feet would finally touch down, Rev's buddy in a crouched tuck. The lightsaber in his right hand, and at his side. Something at his gut wrenched out, telling him if the droid had a face.. if it had feeling, emotion, it'd be scared. Pushing that thought aside he wondered what it meant, his feet would again press off the durasteel floor below, sending him directly at the turret and possible death; he was a Jedi afterall...
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 174lbs
Appearance: Rev could easily blend into a crowd of humans. His hair is mid length, falling just past his ears and an almost black dark brown color. His eye color is a bright hazel, almost green. A tattoo of an acklay exoskeleton brands his left shoulder just above the elbow. His complexion is white, but carries a light tan.
Personality:Rev is highly outgoing and friendly man, often trying to look for the best in others. He has strong control over his emotions and rarely allows them to take the best of him thanks to his level head. He is kind and respectful to those around him, strongly believing in the Jedi Code despite his somewhat unknown past. Raised as a Jedi he cared not for what some others did in the world. He can often be found meditating amongst the Room of a Thousand Fountains, reciting the Code to better fulfill himself. This teaching becoming a lifestyle and following him for the past 18 years of his life; since his coming to the Temple. As a youngling he was known as being overly serious, even for a boy; but with age his outlook on life and the Force changed. His friendly nature coming out around his Padawanship. It was acquiring his first Master that brought him the most joy. It was this friendliness which more often than not got him helping those in need through humor or simple aid as opposed to letting those around him fulfill their needs themselves. He does however know when to be serious and can maintain himself in situations. He carries with him a calm demeanor and mentality thanks to his years at the temple. He does not allow obstacles to take the best of him and always tries to fulfill his goals and earn recognition for the Jedi Order.
Birth place: Kalist VI
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Padawan ((Knight-Guardian if Approved?))
Lightsaber: Single Blade
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 2
Makashi - N/A
Soresu - 2
Ataru - 3
Shien / Djem So - N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo - 1
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 6
Body: 4
Sense: 6
Protection: 4
Healing: 3
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Force Blinding
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio: Born on Kalist IV Rev Ultor was the son to Gavin Ultor and Siri Ultor. His father was once known as a Jedi only to be killed by a group of Pirates that assaulted his starship. This would leave his mother, Siri, alone with a child on the harsh, cold, and almost inhabitable planet of Kalist IV. Her knowing of Gavin being a Jedi would send her only child to Coruscant to be trained in the ways of the Jedi, a better life than to die of the frosts of their homeworld.
The four year old boy would proceed to train in the ways of the Jedi, never knowing the truth of his parents. It was during Youngling training that his connection to the Living Force was noticed. His ability to react in the moment to his pupils movement and own instincts were unparalleled. It was however the boys ability to conjure the Force that scared Knights and Masters from taking him on. It wasn't until an elder Master from Corellia returned unexpectedly to the Order that Rev found any luck. It was that moment in time that he received his first and only Jedi Master. A woman by the name of Lirre' Rhetor a strong Force user and even more advanced in the art and skill of a Lightsaber.
He would spend almost every waking hour of the day with his new-found Master, allowing her teachings in Form IV to sink deep into his roots until it was as natural as Shii-Cho. Each day his training would become more intense thanks to Lirre', and each day he'd find a way out of hardship. It was twelve years he spent with Master Rhetor before her untimely death. She had fallen naturally, succumbing to the test of time at her century old age. It could be expected, but to Rev it was like losing a mother, or another close relative. A closeness he never truly had or remembered. His emotions swirled with confusion for some time, but he would no doubt get through the pain. It was the Jedi who guided him, they were his family, he he was in their hands now..
[He'll either hopefully be given a new Master at this point (a PC) or become a Knight]
RP Sample:
The training room was unusually dark, especially for only being a few short hours past the suns high point. Taking his focused gaze from the shaded walls to the 'window' to his left he'd stare out it, if only for a few seconds. The quick motions always had found a way to catch his gaze. Ever since Lirre' had gone he was lost, confused, but most of all he was unsure as to why. Huffing in a deep breath of the cool temple air he'd allow a smile to grow across his face, she's one with the Force now; she's happier now.
PSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTT.....
The purple beam of light would hiss to life with familiarity. The weightless weapon freely spinning about his hand in various flourishes and cuts that would both make Rhetor shake her head and smile in astonishment. He thought of all the times she gave him crap for the pointless flurry, but he'd always thought it looked cool.. And style counted for something, even if you were a Jedi.
Turning he'd eye the two training bots that had rolled from the walls. They'd start as orbs only to grow into deadly defensive droids. As one began to setup itself as a turret, the other moved in for the 'kill.' Three shots rang out, filling the small training hall with glowing life, and two beams would be easily avoided.
The young man would bend his knees as the Force began to freely flow between both the ground and his legs. Pushing off the surface the leap would bring him backwards, the Force carrying his body in a way no normal man could jump; gravity just wouldn't allow it. Contorting his body, his arm would twist as his shoulder forced himself into a barrel roll. Half way through his completed spin the purple blade would catch the third blaster bolt, sending it at the turret's "friend." The result was a flurry of sparks, and one final explosion as the bolt caught the droid directly in its receiver core; overloading the poor bucket.
Soft feet would finally touch down, Rev's buddy in a crouched tuck. The lightsaber in his right hand, and at his side. Something at his gut wrenched out, telling him if the droid had a face.. if it had feeling, emotion, it'd be scared. Pushing that thought aside he wondered what it meant, his feet would again press off the durasteel floor below, sending him directly at the turret and possible death; he was a Jedi afterall...
