Post by Otterling on Nov 26, 2009 22:54:47 GMT -5
Name: Jaeden Dresden
Race: Human
Age: 13
Height: 4'7"
Weight: 98 lbs
Appearance:
Jaeden is a small of build but deceptively lithe. His frame is packed with the lean muscle of a healthy and active child. His long arms and legs give him the appearance of someone stumbling into adulthood with all the grace of an epileptic giraffe but this hides his surprising agility. His dark auburn hair is fairly short in the back tapering to hang just below his eyes in the front though he usually keeps it brushed back behind his ears. Jaeden has pale skin and bright, lively green eyes. He refuses to acknowledge them but his cheeks are smattered with a light dusting of freckles. He also has a small dark birthmark on his left shoulder.
Birth place: Alderaan
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
Born on Alderaan, Jaeden was discovered very early in life. A Jedi scout named Trem Vena happened across him while scouting for Force Sensitives among the Alderaanean people. With his home planet as a member of the Core worlds, it was not an unusual stop for Master Vena. He had come to Alderaan many times in the past and usually met with at least some success. On this fateful trip, he returned to the temple with three force sensitive children, Jaeden among them. The boy was turned over to the crèche and began life in the temple as most younglings did. He found himself capable of making friends fairly quickly but it was discovered, much to everyone’s dismay, that he had a penchant for being a tad clumsy. This earned him a great deal of difficulty with some of the older boys who took any opportunity to poke fun at him.
As he grew, Jaeden found it harder and harder to control his anger over the constant torment of his less patient crechemates who found delight it seemed in causing him to fall flat on his face…most preferably when his hands were full with his lunch tray. Unwilling to find themselves targets of Jaeden’s bullies, most of the other boys were quick to turn the other way and it wasn’t long before Jaeden found himself ostracized. Two friends remained close to him however, a young Firrerreo whom everyone simply called “Rumble” because of his truly impressive snoring and a young Iridonian girl named Sepis. The three banded together and have supported each other throughout their training.
When it came to training, Jaeden was an avid learner. He excelled at written tests and was usually the first to raise his hand with questions. His teachers likened him to a sponge, always wanting to soak up more knowledge, and the more Jaeden learned, the more he realized how much he didn’t know. His interest in the written word far exceeded his interest in physical activities with one exception. Saber training was his only strong point. While most expected Jaeden to spend more time on his backside than his feet in the training arenas, he had found that he could only truly focus himself with a blade in his hand. All of his self doubts seemed to slip away when he was fighting and he quickly excelled at his classes. Unfortunately, this did not extend to the rest of his force training.
Jaeden’s clumsiness had cost him more than once in any other force activity he tried. He’d been bitten more times than he could count when trying to learn how to calm animals and his rock piles were never very high when it came to telekinesis lessons. His teachers tried to assure him that it was all just a matter of his lack of self confidence but their assurances lacked any real weight after the incident involving the fertilizing chemicals. His agriculture teacher was still trying to grow his eyebrows back in and it did little good to tell anyone that he’d only mixed those chemicals together because one of the older boys had deliberately knocked him from behind.
The bullying didn’t abate in the least as time went on and Jaeden spent more and more time in the saber training areas and less in the meditation gardens. He just couldn’t seem to gather the same focus and sense of peace that seemed to resonate off of the venerable masters that drifted past him in the hallways. Everytime he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the living force around him, he found himself reliving every skinned knee, bruise, welt, and burn he’d received in his time here. Finally, around his tenth birthday, a Rhodian boy named Neepo, a senior student by one year, pushed Jaeden into one of the lakes found in the Temple Gardens. The group had been gathered to learn about how the force can be used to hold their breath for longer than normal when the teacher had been called away to receive news on a sick youngling.
There had been a harsh slam against his back and suddenly Jaeden was under water. When he’d finally surfaced, soaking wet and shivering, it was to the uproarious sound of laughter. “Hey look everybody! JERKden got a head start!!” Neepo crowed and the crowed had laughed all the harder. For Jaeden, it was a last straw. For that moment, his training was forgotten and with an animalistic cry, he’d flung himself from the water and tackled the older boy to the ground. The teacher pulled him off a full five minutes later while the boy still screamed out his frustration. The incident had led to harsh punishment and even the threat that perhaps he simply wasn’t cut out to be a Jedi. His loss of temper worried his teachers and after that, no master would even look at him twice.
As his 12th birthday began to approach, Jaeden was getting the sinking feeling that his lifelong dream of being a Jedi was an impossibility. He had cost himself the only chance he had and soon he would be asked to leave the temple he’d come to know as his home. Jaeden had lost count of how many nights he’d lain awake in bed swapping stories of great Jedi and scaring Rumble and Sepis with tales of evil Sith lords that would steal children from their beds. He longed again for the comfort of knowing that his meals in the dining facility weren’t numbered. Soon, that life would be behind him though. As much as he wanted to, he could not stay in the Jedi temple forever and if he wasn’t chosen soon, he would be headed on his way to the agricorps. His two friends seemed to be well on the way to their dreams though. Sepis had a knack for healing that anyone could see and Rumble was great at telekinesis, not to mention he was second best in his saber class. Jaeden wasn’t sure how he would be able to face them knowing that they would soon be Jedi and he would be a farmer.
Lightsaber: Jaeden still carries his training saber. Single blade
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
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: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None displayed as of yet.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 3
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: 5
RP Sample: (I realize that no sample is really needed for younglings but hey, I LIKE to write so I’m giving ya one anyway. XD Heh)
*CLATTER* Jaeden sighed as the carefully constructed tower of rocks he’d been working on collapsed into a scattered pile across the heavily polished floors. He’d been lifting them one by one, along with the rest of his class, when his concentration had been stolen. Across the way and to his right, he’d spotted trouble brewing from the corner of his eye. Tel bet, a boy two years younger than Jaeden, had been working on his own pile of rocks, his face twisted up in concentration, and he’d not noticed the subtle movements of the burlier boy sitting next to him. Daffa was Jaeden’s age and delighted, it seemed, in picking on those smaller than himself though it never stopped him from choosing Jaeden as a target. At that moment, Daffa had been surreptitiously scooting the bottom rock out from under Tel Bet’s tower, ensuring it’s eventual failure.
Seeing this, Jaeden’s own concentration wavered and as he turned to say something to Daffa, his own rocks had fallen. Now he sat staring at them and wishing he’d just minded his own business. He could already hear the clucking of his teacher as the older man approached. “You have been so much better about your concentration recently, Jaeden. What happened?” the elder Jedi croaked softly.
“I’m sorry Master Kapre, but I saw…” Jaeden’s eyes flicked to Daffa’s and the older boy shook his head a fraction of an inch. There would be Hoth to pay later if Jaeden said anything but a sudden flood of courage convinced him it was worth the effort. “I saw Daffa moving Tel Bet’s foundation rock and was going to tell him to stop.”
Master Kapre, however, did not look impressed. “Youngling, your task here was to stack the stones. It should not concern you what others were doing.”
“But…” Jaeden protested.
“No. You should not have even seen Daffa if your mind was where it was supposed to be. You MUST learn concentration.”
Jaeden moved as if to protest but the look on Master Kapre’s face left little room for further argument. The young boy sighed and seemed to deflate as he turned back to his own pile. He shouldn’t have said anything at all, he thought, and simply let the inevitable happen. Now he’d gotten himself into trouble and it would not look good that he’d been unable to complete the task assigned to him. It was bad enough his loss of temper was still tarnishing his reputation. Now he'd be known as a busybody too. Stacking rocks was simple enough and he should have been able to do it easily by this point in his training but concentration still seemed to elude him. He flicked his eyes up one last time and caught the vibrant blue eyes of Tel Bet. The emotion written there was plain as day: gratitude. Suddenly, the old master’s words didn’t sting so much after all.
Race: Human
Age: 13
Height: 4'7"
Weight: 98 lbs
Appearance:
Jaeden is a small of build but deceptively lithe. His frame is packed with the lean muscle of a healthy and active child. His long arms and legs give him the appearance of someone stumbling into adulthood with all the grace of an epileptic giraffe but this hides his surprising agility. His dark auburn hair is fairly short in the back tapering to hang just below his eyes in the front though he usually keeps it brushed back behind his ears. Jaeden has pale skin and bright, lively green eyes. He refuses to acknowledge them but his cheeks are smattered with a light dusting of freckles. He also has a small dark birthmark on his left shoulder.
Birth place: Alderaan
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
Born on Alderaan, Jaeden was discovered very early in life. A Jedi scout named Trem Vena happened across him while scouting for Force Sensitives among the Alderaanean people. With his home planet as a member of the Core worlds, it was not an unusual stop for Master Vena. He had come to Alderaan many times in the past and usually met with at least some success. On this fateful trip, he returned to the temple with three force sensitive children, Jaeden among them. The boy was turned over to the crèche and began life in the temple as most younglings did. He found himself capable of making friends fairly quickly but it was discovered, much to everyone’s dismay, that he had a penchant for being a tad clumsy. This earned him a great deal of difficulty with some of the older boys who took any opportunity to poke fun at him.
As he grew, Jaeden found it harder and harder to control his anger over the constant torment of his less patient crechemates who found delight it seemed in causing him to fall flat on his face…most preferably when his hands were full with his lunch tray. Unwilling to find themselves targets of Jaeden’s bullies, most of the other boys were quick to turn the other way and it wasn’t long before Jaeden found himself ostracized. Two friends remained close to him however, a young Firrerreo whom everyone simply called “Rumble” because of his truly impressive snoring and a young Iridonian girl named Sepis. The three banded together and have supported each other throughout their training.
When it came to training, Jaeden was an avid learner. He excelled at written tests and was usually the first to raise his hand with questions. His teachers likened him to a sponge, always wanting to soak up more knowledge, and the more Jaeden learned, the more he realized how much he didn’t know. His interest in the written word far exceeded his interest in physical activities with one exception. Saber training was his only strong point. While most expected Jaeden to spend more time on his backside than his feet in the training arenas, he had found that he could only truly focus himself with a blade in his hand. All of his self doubts seemed to slip away when he was fighting and he quickly excelled at his classes. Unfortunately, this did not extend to the rest of his force training.
Jaeden’s clumsiness had cost him more than once in any other force activity he tried. He’d been bitten more times than he could count when trying to learn how to calm animals and his rock piles were never very high when it came to telekinesis lessons. His teachers tried to assure him that it was all just a matter of his lack of self confidence but their assurances lacked any real weight after the incident involving the fertilizing chemicals. His agriculture teacher was still trying to grow his eyebrows back in and it did little good to tell anyone that he’d only mixed those chemicals together because one of the older boys had deliberately knocked him from behind.
The bullying didn’t abate in the least as time went on and Jaeden spent more and more time in the saber training areas and less in the meditation gardens. He just couldn’t seem to gather the same focus and sense of peace that seemed to resonate off of the venerable masters that drifted past him in the hallways. Everytime he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the living force around him, he found himself reliving every skinned knee, bruise, welt, and burn he’d received in his time here. Finally, around his tenth birthday, a Rhodian boy named Neepo, a senior student by one year, pushed Jaeden into one of the lakes found in the Temple Gardens. The group had been gathered to learn about how the force can be used to hold their breath for longer than normal when the teacher had been called away to receive news on a sick youngling.
There had been a harsh slam against his back and suddenly Jaeden was under water. When he’d finally surfaced, soaking wet and shivering, it was to the uproarious sound of laughter. “Hey look everybody! JERKden got a head start!!” Neepo crowed and the crowed had laughed all the harder. For Jaeden, it was a last straw. For that moment, his training was forgotten and with an animalistic cry, he’d flung himself from the water and tackled the older boy to the ground. The teacher pulled him off a full five minutes later while the boy still screamed out his frustration. The incident had led to harsh punishment and even the threat that perhaps he simply wasn’t cut out to be a Jedi. His loss of temper worried his teachers and after that, no master would even look at him twice.
As his 12th birthday began to approach, Jaeden was getting the sinking feeling that his lifelong dream of being a Jedi was an impossibility. He had cost himself the only chance he had and soon he would be asked to leave the temple he’d come to know as his home. Jaeden had lost count of how many nights he’d lain awake in bed swapping stories of great Jedi and scaring Rumble and Sepis with tales of evil Sith lords that would steal children from their beds. He longed again for the comfort of knowing that his meals in the dining facility weren’t numbered. Soon, that life would be behind him though. As much as he wanted to, he could not stay in the Jedi temple forever and if he wasn’t chosen soon, he would be headed on his way to the agricorps. His two friends seemed to be well on the way to their dreams though. Sepis had a knack for healing that anyone could see and Rumble was great at telekinesis, not to mention he was second best in his saber class. Jaeden wasn’t sure how he would be able to face them knowing that they would soon be Jedi and he would be a farmer.
Lightsaber: Jaeden still carries his training saber. Single blade
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
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: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None displayed as of yet.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 3
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: 5
RP Sample: (I realize that no sample is really needed for younglings but hey, I LIKE to write so I’m giving ya one anyway. XD Heh)
*CLATTER* Jaeden sighed as the carefully constructed tower of rocks he’d been working on collapsed into a scattered pile across the heavily polished floors. He’d been lifting them one by one, along with the rest of his class, when his concentration had been stolen. Across the way and to his right, he’d spotted trouble brewing from the corner of his eye. Tel bet, a boy two years younger than Jaeden, had been working on his own pile of rocks, his face twisted up in concentration, and he’d not noticed the subtle movements of the burlier boy sitting next to him. Daffa was Jaeden’s age and delighted, it seemed, in picking on those smaller than himself though it never stopped him from choosing Jaeden as a target. At that moment, Daffa had been surreptitiously scooting the bottom rock out from under Tel Bet’s tower, ensuring it’s eventual failure.
Seeing this, Jaeden’s own concentration wavered and as he turned to say something to Daffa, his own rocks had fallen. Now he sat staring at them and wishing he’d just minded his own business. He could already hear the clucking of his teacher as the older man approached. “You have been so much better about your concentration recently, Jaeden. What happened?” the elder Jedi croaked softly.
“I’m sorry Master Kapre, but I saw…” Jaeden’s eyes flicked to Daffa’s and the older boy shook his head a fraction of an inch. There would be Hoth to pay later if Jaeden said anything but a sudden flood of courage convinced him it was worth the effort. “I saw Daffa moving Tel Bet’s foundation rock and was going to tell him to stop.”
Master Kapre, however, did not look impressed. “Youngling, your task here was to stack the stones. It should not concern you what others were doing.”
“But…” Jaeden protested.
“No. You should not have even seen Daffa if your mind was where it was supposed to be. You MUST learn concentration.”
Jaeden moved as if to protest but the look on Master Kapre’s face left little room for further argument. The young boy sighed and seemed to deflate as he turned back to his own pile. He shouldn’t have said anything at all, he thought, and simply let the inevitable happen. Now he’d gotten himself into trouble and it would not look good that he’d been unable to complete the task assigned to him. It was bad enough his loss of temper was still tarnishing his reputation. Now he'd be known as a busybody too. Stacking rocks was simple enough and he should have been able to do it easily by this point in his training but concentration still seemed to elude him. He flicked his eyes up one last time and caught the vibrant blue eyes of Tel Bet. The emotion written there was plain as day: gratitude. Suddenly, the old master’s words didn’t sting so much after all.
