Post by tofall on Sept 3, 2012 1:34:25 GMT -5
Name: Mokahri Rishkaya of Re -- Proper title: Jedi (or Master) Mokahri -- Nicknames: Mo (only called this by close friends or family--on the few occasions that they talk) or Re (which is more widely used when propriety doesn't matter)
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height and weight: 5'5" and 127.84 lbs
Appearance: She has long dark brown hair that reaches her waist in elegant curls. Normally she has but one braid that starts at her shoulders so strands of loose hair fall all about, and rarely does she ever leave her hair down. Her skin is light, as though she's never seen the light of a sun, and it contrasts stunningly with her dark brown hair and dark grey eyes. She is of average height for a woman of her race with a petite build.
(follow the link below to see a picture that I drew of Mo
)
forthecharries.wetpaint.com/
Personality: As previously mentioned, Mo can be hot-headed in battle and arrogant with her abilities. Otherwise, she is generally a nice person. When she gets too tired, she tends to snap at others--in that case, give her a hot beverage and tell her to take a nap. Her greatest pet-peeve is the fact that many fear death. She herself is afraid of fire, so she should never be sent to a volcanic planet/moon for a mission. She holds severe scorn for the Master's cowardice and mistrust in her when she devoted her life to the Jedi (this started after she was sent on her mission to destroy the sith lord). Her favourite colour is yellow, and she loves the freedom of space-travel (she takes good care of her starship and the maintenance droid upon it.
Birth Place: She was born on the planet of Coruscant in the Black Sun Territory--and no, not illegally. By birthrights, she is a Black Sun Gangster.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Knight--Sentential
Lightsaber & its colour: Yellow in colour to represent the fact that Mo is a Senential, her lightsabre contains a rare Adegan crystal because it is Force-reactive. She actually acquired this crystal after defeating the sith. As he was dying, he reached into his pocket in the folds of his cloak and produced the crystal. When he handed it to her, he said, "I had planned to use this to enhance the sabre that you now hold. I told myself I would be worthy of it when I defeated a Jedi. But I did not defeat you. You defeated me. I can feel it; the Force is strong with you. You are worthy of this crystal. Use its power." Then he died, leaving Mo with the crystal to make her own lightsabre (she still had the sabre she was given by her mentor as a padawan learner, as she'd been searching for the perfect crystal to create her own).
She meditated over the Adegan crystal for weeks before she deemed it ready. Then she dismantled her padawan sabre to use its frame and constructed her own sabre.
Lightsaber Styles: Shii-Cho and Ataru are the only forms that Mo uses. (Remember she was never a fan of physical violence.) **Ataru came after her battle with the sith lord.* At the moment she is considering learning double-bladed combat, but she's afraid that she will not have as much meditation time if she does.
Force Sensitive Abilities:
Telekinetic: 3.5
Telepathic: 1
Body: 7
Sense: 6
Protection: 7.5
Healing: 5
Destruction: 1
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 8
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio: Mo was born to the Lieutenant of the Black Sun gang on Coruscant. Though she was like royalty in the gang, she never quite felt comfortable within them, nor was she similar to them. She refused to fight; she refused to so much as hold a blaster pointed anywhere but at an inanimate object or at herself. There was never an apparent reason for this besides that she was just born with the idea that she should not kill unneccesarrily.
When she was six, she witnessed her mother's death. A bounty hunter and a sith lord with whom Mo's mother had done business--failed business--killed her. Mo had never known her father, and the only reason the gang put up with her before was because her mother refused to banish her. But as soon as Mo's mother died, she was thrown onto the streets.
Having grown up in the slums of the city, Mo knew that the place to go get help was at the Jedi temple--kids in the Black Sun town went there and scammed the young trusting padawans into giving them supplies and money. When Mo arrived, the Jedi were all too willing to take her--a poor starving young child--in. When they realized that she was gifted with the Force, they instantly put her in training as a youngling--and not a moment too soon, for she was halfway through her sixth year.
Though she was very powerful with the Force and turned out to be magnificent at wielding a sabre, Mo was the most humble of padawans; in short, she was bound to be the perfect Jedi, for she followed the Code down to the letter. Then something happened that turned that around. When Mo was about 21 years old--still a padawan learner, but preparing to take the trials--she found out that she had a sister in the Black Sun gang who was only three years her senior. Mo's sister, Lakirah, explained to Mo that their parents had agreed to have two kids so that each could raise one. Their father was a smuggler for the hutts, and always away. When Lakirah was born, he took her. That left Mo with her mother. Lakirah said that when she and her father had found out about her mother's death, they had returned and tried to get revenge. Unfortunately, they had only managed to infuriate the bounty hunter who had helped kill Mo's mother, and he was now wiping out all of the Black Sun gang. Lakirah begged Mo for help, seeing as the Jedi and the gang both had a common enemy in the empire. Without consulting the counsel, Mo agreed and helped her sister and father defeat the bounty hunter.
Of course, when the Masters heard of this, they were furious. How could a padawan take such drastic action like that without consulting them? They became convinced that Mo's allegiance was still with the gang despite how they treated her when she was young. From that moment on, they watched her every movement carefully.
Mo did not have much contact with her sister or her father during this time, but there were occasions when Lakirah would holocall Mo and the two of them would chat. Still, Mo remained dedicated to her training and her responsibility as a Jedi and passed her trials with ease, much to the disdain of the Masters.
In a frantic attempt to rid themselves of her, the Masters formulated a horrible plan. Mo, just knighted a Jedi of the Republic, was sent out on a mission to defeat a sith. This mission should have proved both impossible and fatal for the inexperienced Jedi, but she prevailed--barely. When Mo returned to the Jedi Temple victoriously, the Masters were speechless with shock.
About halfway through her fight with the sith lord, Mo had discovered what the Masters wanted. As soon as the realization hit her, an overwhelming desire to live and prove the Masters wrong overtook her. She was able to draw an unnatural amount of energy from the Force to fuel her in her endevour. Because Mo had managed to be victorious despite all odds, she became arrogant, convinced that she was better than even the Masters for having done the impossible.
Mo remains arrogant and overly sure of herself to this day. Where she normally would have thought a situation through, she now runs hot-headedly into battle, gathering the Force to her as she goes, ignoring completely the fact that she could be running to her death--for she does not fear death. Most Jedi may say that they are unafraid, but in truth, they are. Mo came face-to-face with death when she faced that sith unprepared, but she came out victorious.
Mo is not completely without reason, as she opted to become a Sentential. She believes that having the Force as her allie during her battle with the sith was what gave her the greatest chance of living. She also believes that there is little the Force can do for one who doesn't know how to properly wield a sabre. Therefore, Mo chose to continue on with a nice balance of combat expertise and Force knowledge.
As a reward for her awesome show of skills in the impossible battle, Mo was granted the right to train a padawan. This padawan is Trella.
RP Sample: Mokahri peered down the seemingly bottomless gap formed by the Jedi Temple and the cantina just across the way. The consistant hum of speeders and other transports that filled the gap rang in Mo's head, making her feel as though she would be doomed to hear that sound forever. She stepped back from the ledge feeling nauseated--not for fear of heights, but for fear of being stuck in one place for life. Though she knew it was not the Jedi way, she craved adventure and a thrill; she had ever since she was named a youngling.
"Jedi Mokahri." The voice came from behind Mo, drawing her out of her reverie.
"Yes, Master Kihran?" Mo bowed to the mirialan coming her way.
"The counsel wishes you to be present at the next meeting." Master Kihran was at least seven years Mo's senior, a favourite to be voted onto the Jedi counsel soon, and a Jedi Consular who knew more about the Force than Mo (which was not something Mo had admitted to lightly).
"Why?"
"It matters not. Just be there." A glint of mistrust was in Kihran's eyes for half a moment before the Consular turned and stalked away.
Mo glared after Kihran, and when she was out of sight, the Jedi Temple. Why should they not trust her when she had only ever served them and the Republic? Why should they not trust that she would use her extensive abilities for the good of all? Why should they not admit that she had such abilities? Because I do! I am strong with the Force, but they are too scared to admit that a mere "Young One" might be able to surpass them any day now. They're all cowards. Filthy little cowards who tried to off me for being special. Well... I'll show them someday. Someday, they will know that it was a mistake not to trust me, Mo vowed to herself as she made her way to the Counsel chambres. Before walking in, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger and then tucked it back into her braid. I must look nice for the Masters, she thought scornfully before masking her face, locking her emotions deep inside, and stepping through the door.
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height and weight: 5'5" and 127.84 lbs
Appearance: She has long dark brown hair that reaches her waist in elegant curls. Normally she has but one braid that starts at her shoulders so strands of loose hair fall all about, and rarely does she ever leave her hair down. Her skin is light, as though she's never seen the light of a sun, and it contrasts stunningly with her dark brown hair and dark grey eyes. She is of average height for a woman of her race with a petite build.
(follow the link below to see a picture that I drew of Mo
)forthecharries.wetpaint.com/
Personality: As previously mentioned, Mo can be hot-headed in battle and arrogant with her abilities. Otherwise, she is generally a nice person. When she gets too tired, she tends to snap at others--in that case, give her a hot beverage and tell her to take a nap. Her greatest pet-peeve is the fact that many fear death. She herself is afraid of fire, so she should never be sent to a volcanic planet/moon for a mission. She holds severe scorn for the Master's cowardice and mistrust in her when she devoted her life to the Jedi (this started after she was sent on her mission to destroy the sith lord). Her favourite colour is yellow, and she loves the freedom of space-travel (she takes good care of her starship and the maintenance droid upon it.
Birth Place: She was born on the planet of Coruscant in the Black Sun Territory--and no, not illegally. By birthrights, she is a Black Sun Gangster.
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Knight--Sentential
Lightsaber & its colour: Yellow in colour to represent the fact that Mo is a Senential, her lightsabre contains a rare Adegan crystal because it is Force-reactive. She actually acquired this crystal after defeating the sith. As he was dying, he reached into his pocket in the folds of his cloak and produced the crystal. When he handed it to her, he said, "I had planned to use this to enhance the sabre that you now hold. I told myself I would be worthy of it when I defeated a Jedi. But I did not defeat you. You defeated me. I can feel it; the Force is strong with you. You are worthy of this crystal. Use its power." Then he died, leaving Mo with the crystal to make her own lightsabre (she still had the sabre she was given by her mentor as a padawan learner, as she'd been searching for the perfect crystal to create her own).
She meditated over the Adegan crystal for weeks before she deemed it ready. Then she dismantled her padawan sabre to use its frame and constructed her own sabre.
Lightsaber Styles: Shii-Cho and Ataru are the only forms that Mo uses. (Remember she was never a fan of physical violence.) **Ataru came after her battle with the sith lord.* At the moment she is considering learning double-bladed combat, but she's afraid that she will not have as much meditation time if she does.
Force Sensitive Abilities:
Telekinetic: 3.5
Telepathic: 1
Body: 7
Sense: 6
Protection: 7.5
Healing: 5
Destruction: 1
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 8
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio: Mo was born to the Lieutenant of the Black Sun gang on Coruscant. Though she was like royalty in the gang, she never quite felt comfortable within them, nor was she similar to them. She refused to fight; she refused to so much as hold a blaster pointed anywhere but at an inanimate object or at herself. There was never an apparent reason for this besides that she was just born with the idea that she should not kill unneccesarrily.
When she was six, she witnessed her mother's death. A bounty hunter and a sith lord with whom Mo's mother had done business--failed business--killed her. Mo had never known her father, and the only reason the gang put up with her before was because her mother refused to banish her. But as soon as Mo's mother died, she was thrown onto the streets.
Having grown up in the slums of the city, Mo knew that the place to go get help was at the Jedi temple--kids in the Black Sun town went there and scammed the young trusting padawans into giving them supplies and money. When Mo arrived, the Jedi were all too willing to take her--a poor starving young child--in. When they realized that she was gifted with the Force, they instantly put her in training as a youngling--and not a moment too soon, for she was halfway through her sixth year.
Though she was very powerful with the Force and turned out to be magnificent at wielding a sabre, Mo was the most humble of padawans; in short, she was bound to be the perfect Jedi, for she followed the Code down to the letter. Then something happened that turned that around. When Mo was about 21 years old--still a padawan learner, but preparing to take the trials--she found out that she had a sister in the Black Sun gang who was only three years her senior. Mo's sister, Lakirah, explained to Mo that their parents had agreed to have two kids so that each could raise one. Their father was a smuggler for the hutts, and always away. When Lakirah was born, he took her. That left Mo with her mother. Lakirah said that when she and her father had found out about her mother's death, they had returned and tried to get revenge. Unfortunately, they had only managed to infuriate the bounty hunter who had helped kill Mo's mother, and he was now wiping out all of the Black Sun gang. Lakirah begged Mo for help, seeing as the Jedi and the gang both had a common enemy in the empire. Without consulting the counsel, Mo agreed and helped her sister and father defeat the bounty hunter.
Of course, when the Masters heard of this, they were furious. How could a padawan take such drastic action like that without consulting them? They became convinced that Mo's allegiance was still with the gang despite how they treated her when she was young. From that moment on, they watched her every movement carefully.
Mo did not have much contact with her sister or her father during this time, but there were occasions when Lakirah would holocall Mo and the two of them would chat. Still, Mo remained dedicated to her training and her responsibility as a Jedi and passed her trials with ease, much to the disdain of the Masters.
In a frantic attempt to rid themselves of her, the Masters formulated a horrible plan. Mo, just knighted a Jedi of the Republic, was sent out on a mission to defeat a sith. This mission should have proved both impossible and fatal for the inexperienced Jedi, but she prevailed--barely. When Mo returned to the Jedi Temple victoriously, the Masters were speechless with shock.
About halfway through her fight with the sith lord, Mo had discovered what the Masters wanted. As soon as the realization hit her, an overwhelming desire to live and prove the Masters wrong overtook her. She was able to draw an unnatural amount of energy from the Force to fuel her in her endevour. Because Mo had managed to be victorious despite all odds, she became arrogant, convinced that she was better than even the Masters for having done the impossible.
Mo remains arrogant and overly sure of herself to this day. Where she normally would have thought a situation through, she now runs hot-headedly into battle, gathering the Force to her as she goes, ignoring completely the fact that she could be running to her death--for she does not fear death. Most Jedi may say that they are unafraid, but in truth, they are. Mo came face-to-face with death when she faced that sith unprepared, but she came out victorious.
Mo is not completely without reason, as she opted to become a Sentential. She believes that having the Force as her allie during her battle with the sith was what gave her the greatest chance of living. She also believes that there is little the Force can do for one who doesn't know how to properly wield a sabre. Therefore, Mo chose to continue on with a nice balance of combat expertise and Force knowledge.
As a reward for her awesome show of skills in the impossible battle, Mo was granted the right to train a padawan. This padawan is Trella.
RP Sample: Mokahri peered down the seemingly bottomless gap formed by the Jedi Temple and the cantina just across the way. The consistant hum of speeders and other transports that filled the gap rang in Mo's head, making her feel as though she would be doomed to hear that sound forever. She stepped back from the ledge feeling nauseated--not for fear of heights, but for fear of being stuck in one place for life. Though she knew it was not the Jedi way, she craved adventure and a thrill; she had ever since she was named a youngling.
"Jedi Mokahri." The voice came from behind Mo, drawing her out of her reverie.
"Yes, Master Kihran?" Mo bowed to the mirialan coming her way.
"The counsel wishes you to be present at the next meeting." Master Kihran was at least seven years Mo's senior, a favourite to be voted onto the Jedi counsel soon, and a Jedi Consular who knew more about the Force than Mo (which was not something Mo had admitted to lightly).
"Why?"
"It matters not. Just be there." A glint of mistrust was in Kihran's eyes for half a moment before the Consular turned and stalked away.
Mo glared after Kihran, and when she was out of sight, the Jedi Temple. Why should they not trust her when she had only ever served them and the Republic? Why should they not trust that she would use her extensive abilities for the good of all? Why should they not admit that she had such abilities? Because I do! I am strong with the Force, but they are too scared to admit that a mere "Young One" might be able to surpass them any day now. They're all cowards. Filthy little cowards who tried to off me for being special. Well... I'll show them someday. Someday, they will know that it was a mistake not to trust me, Mo vowed to herself as she made her way to the Counsel chambres. Before walking in, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger and then tucked it back into her braid. I must look nice for the Masters, she thought scornfully before masking her face, locking her emotions deep inside, and stepping through the door.
