Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 26, 2009 20:37:47 GMT -5
Name: Remiel "Rem or Archie" Archibald
((REMIEL (רעמיאל): Hebrew form of Arabic Ramiel ("thunder of God"), meaning "mercy of God." In Christian and Islamic tradition, this is the name of a Watcher. He is one of the seven archangels listed in the Book of Enoch. He is the angel of hope, and has two main duties: he is responsible for divine visions, and guides the souls of the faithful to Heaven. It is also said that he is the archangel who was responsible for the destruction of the armies of Sennacherib.))
Race: Rilan (near human)
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Age: 32
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 210 lbs (appearance) 280 lbs (with bone density)
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Naturally golden eyes...though they almost always appear deep blue because of his resounding sadness because of his past. Very rarely do they change color, like those of race often do with changing emotion.
Blond hair, well muscled, athletic build.
Remiel wears a coat that reaches the ground, dark red (almost brown) in color. Attached to his belt are two blasters, his light saber holstered to his hip beneath the coat and out of sight. Beneath the coat, he wears grey, brown, and blue armor. His upper body, arms, and legs are covered in various scars from his work as a jedi, and his work as a grey jedi.
Birth place: Rilia: Mesa Desert Caves
Profession: Mercenary (Jack of all Trades)
Previous Faction: Jedi - Sentinel
Mastery Level: Master
Lightsaber: single blade, duel phase.
Name: Luinar (blue fire in rilan)
Color: Dark Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Soresu - 4
Ataru - 4
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
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Telepathic: 4
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Body: 7
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Art of Movement
Force Valor (beginner)
Breath Control
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Sense: 4
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Psychometry
Force Sight
Force Empathy
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Protection: 7
Force Absorb
Force Protection/Force Armor (still honing ability)
Force Barrier
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Healing: 1 (natural Rilan healing ability is not counted here as it does not use the force, but his own life)
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Destruction: 2
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Combustion (practicing for control)
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Skills: Lock picking, slicing (hacking), 'gunslinger'
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Force Attunement: Neutral (-1 to 0 to +2)
NPC: Saraia Thelavi - Feanturi Eldar / mentor
Update notes:
8-14-10 fixed height/weight to be more appropriate
8-16-10 changed title to include his NPC status
Bio:
Like all children, Remiel Archibald was born to a mother and father...though unlike most, he was born to descendants of Feanturi, a group of Force Users much like the jedi. The ruined planet of Rilia was his home, an isolated and barren place ruled over by vicious war lords whose forefathers had overthrown the former government and the Feanturi that protected it. Life on the barren planet was far from easy, but his parents loved each other, and they had loved him once he was born, vowing to teach him all they knew about their people's force abilities. At first, the boy seemed to hold little talent for the Feanturi's abilities...it was heard of, though uncommon in his camp...but as he grew older, the boy showed quite a bit of potential. By the age of four, however, it seemed that the boy's potential, though slowly being trained by his parents, would never be fully reached because there were no fully trained Feanturi in or near their family's camp to teach him how to use a lightsaber or mold his force abilities fully, and it was to dangerous to go searching for one because of the. This unfortunate circumstance, however, was soon to be remedied.
As the young boy followed his father into the wastelands outside of their cave homes and toward the giant, twisted, metal structures of what used to be the Southern Temple to hunt, scavenge, and try to find more of the mysterious crystals that were occasionally found there, the two saw a ship approaching through the atmosphere. Wary of it, Remiel's father pushed him beneath a wrecked land speeder, and watched the ship touch down. It wasn't long before three forms appeared, robed in dark browns and tans. Telling Rem to stay where he was, his father went out to meet the forms, who were in fact, two jedi knights and a padawan come to search the ruins for anything of use left over in the rubble. Their ship had been damaged while trying to reach Mon Calamari, and they needed parts badly. After speaking to the three jedi, Remiel's father brought them over to where the boy was, and he clambered out from under the wrecked speeder to see the two men and the woman.
Noticing that the boy and his father were both strong in the force, yet untrained, the jedi excused themselves from their presence and discussed what to do next. Over the next week, the small group searched the wastes for the parts needed to fix the Jedi’s ship, and in return, they taught the boy a little of what they knew. Rem's parents, wanting better for their son, asked the jedi to take their son with them away from the harsh planet and teach him everything they couldn't. This couldn't have pleased the jedi more, as they had been trying to decide how best to ask the parents if they could bring Rem with them...and so Remiel Archibald began his journey.
Upon reaching Mon Calamari, the group of four went about searching for clues on their current mission. A smuggler seemed to be trying to sell all manner of illegal items around the planet, and on top of that, several republic officers had been found dead in the back alleys. The Rilan boy was very out of his depth in the whole matter, but he found that as he touched certain items around the crime scenes, he could see flashes of memories that had become attached to them. Noticing the odd happenings with the boy, the jedi group allowed him to wander the city with them in their search. It was after one day of this that the boy froze in his spot, wide eyed and open mouthed. Seeing him like this the jedi worried that perhaps something had happened to him. Asking what was wrong, he explained that someone near by had shown him a picture of a strange object his father and he had looked for in the old library on Ossus. Hearing the description, the jedi knew it was a holocron the young boy was talking about. Pressing him to describe the scene he saw more clearly, Rem told them about a place not far away from where they currently were. Hurrying over to the place the boy described, they found the smuggler dead and a dark jedi in possession of the holocrons. Telling the boy to take shelter, the three jedi hurried to catch the dark jedi, ending in a fight not far down the alley. Though the three were more than a match for the singular dark-sider, the woman jedi was struck down. Angry that such a thing could happen to such a good person, Remiel darted out and grabbed the dead smuggler’s blaster. Aiming it at the dark jedi, he fired and managed to kill the man. Stunned, the two jedi turned to look at the boy who was crying on the ground by this time.
Upon their return to the temple, the two living jedi brought the boy to the council to make sure it was alright for him to join the younglings. Though one of the masters had some reservations about the boy, the majority welcomed him into the temple with no qualms. Thrilled by the new challenges and opportunities that the temple life offered him, Remiel worked hard for the first few years of his life there. From the start it was obvious that the boy had talent in manipulating the world around him, as well as his own body, with the force. He excelled in saber classes and absorbed new information like a dry sponge. Over all, he was a very happy boy, but somewhere deep inside he still missed his parents and his home. Everything around him was new, and sometimes it disconcerted the boy, making him shy or easily upset. At age ten, however, Rem was found by a master that understood him: Abel Aragon. Coming from the desert planet of Tattooine, Abel knew what it was like to live in a harsh environment, and knew that if he himself had felt overwhelmed when he’d first come to the temple this poor boy felt even more overwhelmed. Imagining what it must be like to come from a place that had so little technology, Abel assured the boy that he would teach him all that he could. Accepting the man as a mentor, Rem and Abel became practically inseparable.
The first few years under Abel’s tutelage were fairly uneventful. Rem learned the Ataru form of lightsaber fighting, along with continuing his learning of shii-cho, under Abel’s watchful eye. The two went on various missions to different planets settling small squabbles or solving small mysteries. The padawan learned many of the basic techniques that jedi use such as force jump, force speed, force push and pull, force sense, and telepathy so that he could more easily survive the coming years, but not only did he learn about the force…Rem needed to learn about the galaxy, the planets and peoples in it, and also it’s technology. Indeed he was at a disadvantage. Luckily, Remiel was not only a curious boy, but also a fast learner. Every day Abel would challenge the youngster with a quiz on a planet and it’s inhabitants, or ask him questions about various vehicles and modes of transportation, and even have the boy test or expand his own knowledge by assigning him small tasks such as planning a way to get from one part of a city to another or cooking their food…with a bit of help of course. With this kind of trial and error learning, Remiel flourished and his knowledge of the technologies and information that most took for granted, but had previously been closed off from him, grew rapidly.
Between missions, the ever curious padawan would diligently practice his current abilities for several hours before pestering Abel to teach him new abilities. Happily obliging, Abel and Rem could often be seen together in the temple, or one of the enclaves, seeming to simply talk to each other for hours. The truth of the matter was, however, that master and padawan would be holding long conversations about more advanced techniques…like force persuasion, breath control, or more difficult force senses such as empathy…though they were often punctuated by the questions ‘why’ ‘how’ or ‘why not’. This was also a time when both Abel and Rem discovered that the boy had a natural talent in using the force to augment his body and its movements. As such, master and padawan would train in the Art of Movement, running the obstacle course together at first, and then having Remiel run it himself. As time would go on, Remiel would use the course out of sheer pleasure, as a method of letting off steam, to hone new abilities, to train his focus and his awareness of his physical limitations, or to just try out ‘cool new moves’. This last always managed to get a chuckle out of whoever was overseeing the course at the time.
Once he turned 14, however, the missions became increasingly dangerous due to his increasing skill with the saber and force abilities. Their missions were often full of mystery, which helped hone the boy’s skill with ‘contact vision’ as he began to call it. Upon learning of the Remiel’s unusual power, Abel informed him that the skill was actually called Psychometry, and could be very dangerous if not used properly because it had the potential to corrupt the user if they came into contact with something tainted with the dark side. Warned about his most natural ability, the boy wondered if he had been tainted by this ‘dark side’ yet. Assuring Rem that he hadn’t been, and that it was simply a warning, Abel took great care in helping the boy develop this skill properly, as well as the ability to control it…though he had to request help from other masters who had the rare ability to help train the padawan. The work was rigorous, often leaving the padawan dazed after having many different items handed to him to try to see something of their past, or to try and keep himself from seeing such things. There were many times when the boy would grow frustrated with his lack of control over the technique and Abel would have to have him meditate to calm himself enough to try again.
Much of his time as a padawan was uneventful, only occasionally running into a dark jedi or some other troublesome situation that posed any kind of threat. The two jedi, however, were a dynamic team and worked well together so there was little that could elude them for long. As his 18th birthday neared, however, things began to change for the duo. The Republic and Sith were starting to butt heads more and more, and a sharp increase in dark jedi had the council concerned. The rumor of holocrons being sold illegally was also spreading through the temple, and even that of several injuries while trying to keep the dark jedi behind it at bay. Fearing that the smuggling of holocrons to sith and dark jedi would continue, Abel and Remiel were sent to lower Coruscant four days before Rem’s birthday to find where the holocron smugglers were supposedly most at ease and stop them. Asking the two jedi to find a smuggling ring somewhere in lower Coruscant was like asking a blind man to find a needle in a haystack. Luckily, the needle seemed to want to be found. There was, indeed, a smuggling ring, and one unlike any the two jedi had ever heard about. Made not only of regular smugglers but also dark jedi, master and padawan swiftly found themselves over whelmed when they managed to stumble across a meeting of a majority of the members of this ring two days after being sent to look into the situation. During the fight that ensued, Remiel’s lightsaber was destroyed after it was knocked from his hands by one of the dark jedi. Having no choice but to use the only other weapon available to him, the blasters dropped by the swiftly defeated smugglers, the teen grabbed two of them and returned to the fight. Much to his surprise, the padawan was seemingly a natural with the longer ranged weapons, his Art of Movement and Ataru training allowing him to dodge the majority of strikes aimed at him while firing the blasters simultaneously. This did not mean, however, that he was a crack shot with the weapons, nor that he didn’t get injured. No, being unused to wielding the weapons, he had to rely largely on the force to know when and where to fire, leaving his mind occupied and him open to attacks. As the two jedi neared the end of the battle, the last dark jedi alive managed to slice into Remiel’s chest, though luckily the injury wasn’t deep enough to cause permanent harm or death…at least not right away.
Dispatching the foe swiftly, Abel rushed his injured padawan to the medical bays at the temple. While the boy was in the medical wing being treated, and having seen the way his student had handled the situation they were dealt, Abel felt that he could not teach the boy much more and, despite his age, put his name up for the trials of knighthood. By the time Rem was out of the medical bay, he had turned 18 and was ready to continue his training, however, Abel had been sent to lower Coruscant once more to look for the remainders of the smugglers who had gotten away. Dismayed, he asked the council to allow him to join his master, but they refused saying that Remiel needed to stay at the temple and focus more on his meditations…that he needed to start detaching himself from his master’s side because he was nearing the age for his trials. Half heartedly Remiel accepted what they told him and went to meditate. Sitting in the darkened meditation rooms, Rem would battle his urges to just leave and find Abel. He had learned about Coruscant’s lower side in his time at the temple from first hand experience, and it troubled him to think that Abel was out there on his own when the last time out there turned out to be so dangerous. Over the course of the next several days Rem had to stop himself from leaving the temple, and instead focus himself on his practices to keep himself from worrying. Eventually he managed to go a full day without worry, or fighting himself to keep from leaving…then it became two days, until eventually it became a full week. As if on cue, on the last day of the second week Abel returned. Pleased to see his master safely back, Remiel asked the older man if he had spoken to the council yet. With an affirmative reply, Rem asked what their next assignment would be…but Abel wouldn’t tell him. Disheartened, Rem remained silent, but didn’t question his master’s decision. As the two walked through the temple, Rem slowly began to notice they were on their way to the council chambers. Curious, he asked Abel once more what the council had said, but again the older man refused to answer his question.
Unsettled by his master’s silence, the teen followed him obediently into the council chambers where the council sat waiting. It took a moment for the boy to understand that he was there for the trials, but it didn’t take him long to get to work. He wasn’t masterful with much in the way of the force, but he was capable enough to not only lift each of the seats with the masters in them, though it took him several moments to focus enough to lift them all at once, making them trade places with each other. Next they had him touch several items and discern their past. At the end, they still asked for him to duel one of the special holocrons of a former jedi master. It took the teen what seemed to be ages, making him use every trick and attack he knew, pull every movement from his Art of Movement training, rely on every ounce of his force training to defeat the formidable foe. In the end, Rem caught the hologram off guard with a move he had made up on the spot. Pleased, the council informed the padawan that he had passed his trials. Later that week, the Council removed his padawan braid and Remiel became a fully fledged knight.
Both thrilled and a bit intimidated by the new tasks set before him, Remiel proceeded to go on missions for the council on his own; however, since his mission in lower Coruscant where his lightsaber had been broken and he’d been forced to use blasters, the young man became increasingly interested in the weapons. Along his journeys, the consular not only learned to wield the weapons but became proficient with them to an amazing degree, using his skill in movement and Ataru to baffle others he was fighting and to avoid any strikes or shots aimed at him. Not only did he master the blasters, but also found rifles to be extremely useful, slug throwing or energy dealing it made little difference, it seemed he had a natural talent for it. Though the council did not really approve of the weapons he chose to use, they didn’t stop him, not yet. It wasn’t until he began learning such things as slicing and lock picking to get into areas he needed to enter to complete a mission that they began to wonder if perhaps he was following the darker path. By this time Remiel was 28 and his time at the temple, though he didn’t know it then, was drawing to a close.
After returning from a mission to settle a land dispute between the people of Naboo and the native Gungans, Remiel returned to the council which told him they would no longer allow his use of blasters as weapons and lectured him on the improper use of some of his more peculiar skills such as lock picking. Though he informed them that he never used his skills for any reason besides completing the Council’s missions, they didn’t seem to care and asked him to refrain from using such skills. Frustrated, he accepted his next mission to Shili, the togruta home-world. The growth of a slave ring for the native togrutas caused the council a great amount of worry, so they sent Remiel. Over the course of a year and a half, the knight slowly picked apart the slaver’s ring, following them finally, to a small, out of the way planet where the slaves were being sent to other Hutt controlled worlds…Rilia. It took nearly a month to track down the main ‘base’ of the smugglers in Celeban, but at last he did, and what he found horrified him. The appalling situation that the slaves were put into, the chains, the rotten food and stale water, the way they were beaten, and it wasn’t just togruta, but the people of this planet…it was his breaking point. Furious, he cut all the chains he could before being set upon by the smugglers. Despite his efforts to subdue the large group of people, there seemed to be a never ending stream of them, some having speed to match his own, being from the Rilan race as well. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, there were only a few of the slavers left. Getting smart, they chose to use the few slaves that were left as shields against the furious jedi, but by this time Remiel didn’t care. The heat in the building began to rise the more angry he became, his eyes changing to a deep red, golden wings sprouting from his back, his features distorting into something clearly not human, finally the few wooden chairs around set fire, and soon after them, the cases of ammunition that had also been smuggled by the slavers to different worlds. The resulting explosion rocked the city around the building setting other buildings on fire, and killing not only the slavers, but the slaves they were using as shields, several civilians, and badly injuring Remiel with flying debris that caught in his chest and arms as he protected his face from the blast and several others caught near the scene. Remiel had only gotten out of the building just before the explosion, but he felt as if he had been in it, his heart hurt so badly.
The med-teams that arrived took Remiel and the other injured to a near by facility where they were healed up over the course of a month. Not realizing that this was his home planet, Remiel could barely wait to leave the world that he had caused so much pain upon. Upon being released, Remiel was going to return to the Council to accept whatever fate they might have for him, his heart heavy with his deeds, but fate wasn’t going to be so kind. As he booked passage to Coruscant a dark jedi he had once faced on Kashyyyk made himself known to Remiel, calling him from a distance, in the heart of Celeban. At first, Rem wasn’t going to go to the man, but the dark jedi was wily and knew Remiel’s weakness…the innocents on the planet. Fearing what the dark jedi might do, he went to meet the man, who informed the confused jedi about his heritage, and the plight of the people on the planet…ruled over by war lords who promised the dark jedi a place of honor and power at their sides if he were to destroy the city. With every intent of doing just that, Remiel wondered why the dark jedi would tell him. Vowing to stop him, Remiel watched as the dark jedi brought down a building beside them, killing all the Rilan inside of it. Growing more and more angry, Remiel lunged at the foe aiming to strike him down before it was to late, but the dark man continually avoided his attacks, wreaking havoc on the city instead of fighting back. As the two moved through the city, the damage grew as near by ammunition exploded and wood or buildings set on fire in Remiel’s growing anger. In the end, the dark jedi managed to escape once more as a near by explosion nearly toppled a building directly on top of Remiel. Injured, angry, and in a daze of confusion, Rem slowly realized that he had been used…his anger and his yet uncontrolled power had been used by the dark jedi to do exactly what he had intended to do the whole time: destroy the city.
With thousands dead an injured, Remiel ran into the wilds horrified by what he had done. It wasn’t until a camp of Feanturi descendents came upon the collapsed form of Remiel in the savannah that he was healed and brought back to some semblance of life. He was almost 30, and he now felt that he could no longer face the Jedi High Council. Despite knowing what had happened, the Feanturi were kind to Remiel, helping him understand the situation on the planet, as well as his powers. Over the next few months until his 30’th birthday, the camp as a whole helped teach him about their race’s ability to heal and communicate mind to mind…and even control his knew power...but Remiel found that the camp's Eldar, Saraia Thelavi, was his true mentor. Though this was a blessing to the young man, he still couldn’t live with himself and the knowledge of what he had done to the people of the planet. One night he left. His leaving wasn’t unknown to the camp’s Eldar, but they allowed him to leave…beside, what better way to find one’s self again, then to go looking? Stowing away on a freighter, Remiel made his way back into the galaxy, buying two blasters and taking on random jobs when he can get them.
Today Remiel prefers to not be seen as a jedi of any kind, not using his saber if he can possibly help it and instead using blasters and keeping from using his force powers out right unless in the middle of battle. Even then, he claims his heritage as the reason for his prowess. Hiding his pain behind a bright personality and a smile, his eyes often stay a deep shade of blue…the only clue that he is never truly happy.
RP Sample:
Groaning, the blond finally woke up. His mind was foggy from pain and lack of food. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d eaten…not that it mattered, he’d have been better off dead anyway. Obviously, he wasn’t dead…far from it so it seemed…but that was little comfort to the jedi. So many…so many dead because of me…he thought miserably. It wasn’t until there was a sound at his side that he bothered to open his, now deep blue, eyes. Turning his head, a brunette woman met his eyes, her eye color swiftly changing from dark brown to yellow as her eyes widened upon seeing him awake. Looking over her shoulder, she seemed as if she were calling to someone, but there was no sound and her mouth didn’t move. As if on cue, several others appeared and smiled down at him, an older man and very old looking woman.
“Good evening young man. You’re lucky that we found you when we did or you might have died.”
The old woman stated, her eyes turning a light green as she spoke to him.
Who are you? Why did you save me?! You should have let me die! Why….
The old woman shooed the others away with a hand and sat down.
“Calm yourself littling. You were saved because you did not need to die.”
She replied simply, her voice calm as any jedi master’s. Blinking at her, Remiel tried to sit up, but she easily held him down on the cot where he had been lain. In a moment a flood of images swept through his mind, memories of what had happened to him the past few days. Shuddering, he swiped the woman’s hand away from his shoulder and the images stopped.
“Yes…you have done dark deeds littling, but that doesn’t make you evil. You are just lost, confused, but you are not dark. You…”
Not dark?! How can you have seen that and not call me dark?! Are you bli…
“Blind? Yes, actually, I am…but that doesn’t stop me from seeing the truth. You’re hurting because of what you did. That means that you’re still GOOD.”
Who ARE you?
"I am the Eldar, the leader of this camp. My name is Saraia, and I have been expecting you Remiel. I have been expecting you for a long time."
She replied calmly.
Rem sat up in his bed, startled by the dream, the Eldar’s words echoing around in his mind as if she had been speaking to him in his dreams. True, mind to mind speaking was possible with their race, but…in dreams? Sighing, he got up and put on his blaster belt and red coat, holstering his blasters and tucking his lightsaber into a hidden part of his coat. It was another day in the wilderness of life, and he was ready to get lost in it once again. Walking out of the little room that he had rented for the night, he smiled and waved at the lady behind the front desk of the little hotel he’d stayed at and practically pranced outside. Looking around the busy world of Nar Shaddaa, he wondered where he should go next to find a job.
Well…there was always one place full to the brim with jobs…Coruscant. Even though he didn’t particularly like the idea of being so close to the Jedi temple, he figured he could live with it for a while. Besides…he’d spent most of his life around the city planet…it would be like going home. Grinning at a passing woman and her little girl, who both promptly hurried off, Remiel shrugged and headed toward the space port. It was time for a change of scenery anyway…
((REMIEL (רעמיאל): Hebrew form of Arabic Ramiel ("thunder of God"), meaning "mercy of God." In Christian and Islamic tradition, this is the name of a Watcher. He is one of the seven archangels listed in the Book of Enoch. He is the angel of hope, and has two main duties: he is responsible for divine visions, and guides the souls of the faithful to Heaven. It is also said that he is the archangel who was responsible for the destruction of the armies of Sennacherib.))
Race: Rilan (near human)
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Age: 32
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 210 lbs (appearance) 280 lbs (with bone density)
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Naturally golden eyes...though they almost always appear deep blue because of his resounding sadness because of his past. Very rarely do they change color, like those of race often do with changing emotion.
Blond hair, well muscled, athletic build.
Remiel wears a coat that reaches the ground, dark red (almost brown) in color. Attached to his belt are two blasters, his light saber holstered to his hip beneath the coat and out of sight. Beneath the coat, he wears grey, brown, and blue armor. His upper body, arms, and legs are covered in various scars from his work as a jedi, and his work as a grey jedi.
Birth place: Rilia: Mesa Desert Caves
Profession: Mercenary (Jack of all Trades)
Previous Faction: Jedi - Sentinel
Mastery Level: Master
Lightsaber: single blade, duel phase.
Name: Luinar (blue fire in rilan)
Color: Dark Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Soresu - 4
Ataru - 4
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
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Telepathic: 4
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Body: 7
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Art of Movement
Force Valor (beginner)
Breath Control
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Sense: 4
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Psychometry
Force Sight
Force Empathy
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Protection: 7
Force Absorb
Force Protection/Force Armor (still honing ability)
Force Barrier
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Healing: 1 (natural Rilan healing ability is not counted here as it does not use the force, but his own life)
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Destruction: 2
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Combustion (practicing for control)
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Skills: Lock picking, slicing (hacking), 'gunslinger'
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Force Attunement: Neutral (-1 to 0 to +2)
NPC: Saraia Thelavi - Feanturi Eldar / mentor
Update notes:
8-14-10 fixed height/weight to be more appropriate
8-16-10 changed title to include his NPC status
Bio:
Like all children, Remiel Archibald was born to a mother and father...though unlike most, he was born to descendants of Feanturi, a group of Force Users much like the jedi. The ruined planet of Rilia was his home, an isolated and barren place ruled over by vicious war lords whose forefathers had overthrown the former government and the Feanturi that protected it. Life on the barren planet was far from easy, but his parents loved each other, and they had loved him once he was born, vowing to teach him all they knew about their people's force abilities. At first, the boy seemed to hold little talent for the Feanturi's abilities...it was heard of, though uncommon in his camp...but as he grew older, the boy showed quite a bit of potential. By the age of four, however, it seemed that the boy's potential, though slowly being trained by his parents, would never be fully reached because there were no fully trained Feanturi in or near their family's camp to teach him how to use a lightsaber or mold his force abilities fully, and it was to dangerous to go searching for one because of the. This unfortunate circumstance, however, was soon to be remedied.
As the young boy followed his father into the wastelands outside of their cave homes and toward the giant, twisted, metal structures of what used to be the Southern Temple to hunt, scavenge, and try to find more of the mysterious crystals that were occasionally found there, the two saw a ship approaching through the atmosphere. Wary of it, Remiel's father pushed him beneath a wrecked land speeder, and watched the ship touch down. It wasn't long before three forms appeared, robed in dark browns and tans. Telling Rem to stay where he was, his father went out to meet the forms, who were in fact, two jedi knights and a padawan come to search the ruins for anything of use left over in the rubble. Their ship had been damaged while trying to reach Mon Calamari, and they needed parts badly. After speaking to the three jedi, Remiel's father brought them over to where the boy was, and he clambered out from under the wrecked speeder to see the two men and the woman.
Noticing that the boy and his father were both strong in the force, yet untrained, the jedi excused themselves from their presence and discussed what to do next. Over the next week, the small group searched the wastes for the parts needed to fix the Jedi’s ship, and in return, they taught the boy a little of what they knew. Rem's parents, wanting better for their son, asked the jedi to take their son with them away from the harsh planet and teach him everything they couldn't. This couldn't have pleased the jedi more, as they had been trying to decide how best to ask the parents if they could bring Rem with them...and so Remiel Archibald began his journey.
Upon reaching Mon Calamari, the group of four went about searching for clues on their current mission. A smuggler seemed to be trying to sell all manner of illegal items around the planet, and on top of that, several republic officers had been found dead in the back alleys. The Rilan boy was very out of his depth in the whole matter, but he found that as he touched certain items around the crime scenes, he could see flashes of memories that had become attached to them. Noticing the odd happenings with the boy, the jedi group allowed him to wander the city with them in their search. It was after one day of this that the boy froze in his spot, wide eyed and open mouthed. Seeing him like this the jedi worried that perhaps something had happened to him. Asking what was wrong, he explained that someone near by had shown him a picture of a strange object his father and he had looked for in the old library on Ossus. Hearing the description, the jedi knew it was a holocron the young boy was talking about. Pressing him to describe the scene he saw more clearly, Rem told them about a place not far away from where they currently were. Hurrying over to the place the boy described, they found the smuggler dead and a dark jedi in possession of the holocrons. Telling the boy to take shelter, the three jedi hurried to catch the dark jedi, ending in a fight not far down the alley. Though the three were more than a match for the singular dark-sider, the woman jedi was struck down. Angry that such a thing could happen to such a good person, Remiel darted out and grabbed the dead smuggler’s blaster. Aiming it at the dark jedi, he fired and managed to kill the man. Stunned, the two jedi turned to look at the boy who was crying on the ground by this time.
Upon their return to the temple, the two living jedi brought the boy to the council to make sure it was alright for him to join the younglings. Though one of the masters had some reservations about the boy, the majority welcomed him into the temple with no qualms. Thrilled by the new challenges and opportunities that the temple life offered him, Remiel worked hard for the first few years of his life there. From the start it was obvious that the boy had talent in manipulating the world around him, as well as his own body, with the force. He excelled in saber classes and absorbed new information like a dry sponge. Over all, he was a very happy boy, but somewhere deep inside he still missed his parents and his home. Everything around him was new, and sometimes it disconcerted the boy, making him shy or easily upset. At age ten, however, Rem was found by a master that understood him: Abel Aragon. Coming from the desert planet of Tattooine, Abel knew what it was like to live in a harsh environment, and knew that if he himself had felt overwhelmed when he’d first come to the temple this poor boy felt even more overwhelmed. Imagining what it must be like to come from a place that had so little technology, Abel assured the boy that he would teach him all that he could. Accepting the man as a mentor, Rem and Abel became practically inseparable.
The first few years under Abel’s tutelage were fairly uneventful. Rem learned the Ataru form of lightsaber fighting, along with continuing his learning of shii-cho, under Abel’s watchful eye. The two went on various missions to different planets settling small squabbles or solving small mysteries. The padawan learned many of the basic techniques that jedi use such as force jump, force speed, force push and pull, force sense, and telepathy so that he could more easily survive the coming years, but not only did he learn about the force…Rem needed to learn about the galaxy, the planets and peoples in it, and also it’s technology. Indeed he was at a disadvantage. Luckily, Remiel was not only a curious boy, but also a fast learner. Every day Abel would challenge the youngster with a quiz on a planet and it’s inhabitants, or ask him questions about various vehicles and modes of transportation, and even have the boy test or expand his own knowledge by assigning him small tasks such as planning a way to get from one part of a city to another or cooking their food…with a bit of help of course. With this kind of trial and error learning, Remiel flourished and his knowledge of the technologies and information that most took for granted, but had previously been closed off from him, grew rapidly.
Between missions, the ever curious padawan would diligently practice his current abilities for several hours before pestering Abel to teach him new abilities. Happily obliging, Abel and Rem could often be seen together in the temple, or one of the enclaves, seeming to simply talk to each other for hours. The truth of the matter was, however, that master and padawan would be holding long conversations about more advanced techniques…like force persuasion, breath control, or more difficult force senses such as empathy…though they were often punctuated by the questions ‘why’ ‘how’ or ‘why not’. This was also a time when both Abel and Rem discovered that the boy had a natural talent in using the force to augment his body and its movements. As such, master and padawan would train in the Art of Movement, running the obstacle course together at first, and then having Remiel run it himself. As time would go on, Remiel would use the course out of sheer pleasure, as a method of letting off steam, to hone new abilities, to train his focus and his awareness of his physical limitations, or to just try out ‘cool new moves’. This last always managed to get a chuckle out of whoever was overseeing the course at the time.
Once he turned 14, however, the missions became increasingly dangerous due to his increasing skill with the saber and force abilities. Their missions were often full of mystery, which helped hone the boy’s skill with ‘contact vision’ as he began to call it. Upon learning of the Remiel’s unusual power, Abel informed him that the skill was actually called Psychometry, and could be very dangerous if not used properly because it had the potential to corrupt the user if they came into contact with something tainted with the dark side. Warned about his most natural ability, the boy wondered if he had been tainted by this ‘dark side’ yet. Assuring Rem that he hadn’t been, and that it was simply a warning, Abel took great care in helping the boy develop this skill properly, as well as the ability to control it…though he had to request help from other masters who had the rare ability to help train the padawan. The work was rigorous, often leaving the padawan dazed after having many different items handed to him to try to see something of their past, or to try and keep himself from seeing such things. There were many times when the boy would grow frustrated with his lack of control over the technique and Abel would have to have him meditate to calm himself enough to try again.
Much of his time as a padawan was uneventful, only occasionally running into a dark jedi or some other troublesome situation that posed any kind of threat. The two jedi, however, were a dynamic team and worked well together so there was little that could elude them for long. As his 18th birthday neared, however, things began to change for the duo. The Republic and Sith were starting to butt heads more and more, and a sharp increase in dark jedi had the council concerned. The rumor of holocrons being sold illegally was also spreading through the temple, and even that of several injuries while trying to keep the dark jedi behind it at bay. Fearing that the smuggling of holocrons to sith and dark jedi would continue, Abel and Remiel were sent to lower Coruscant four days before Rem’s birthday to find where the holocron smugglers were supposedly most at ease and stop them. Asking the two jedi to find a smuggling ring somewhere in lower Coruscant was like asking a blind man to find a needle in a haystack. Luckily, the needle seemed to want to be found. There was, indeed, a smuggling ring, and one unlike any the two jedi had ever heard about. Made not only of regular smugglers but also dark jedi, master and padawan swiftly found themselves over whelmed when they managed to stumble across a meeting of a majority of the members of this ring two days after being sent to look into the situation. During the fight that ensued, Remiel’s lightsaber was destroyed after it was knocked from his hands by one of the dark jedi. Having no choice but to use the only other weapon available to him, the blasters dropped by the swiftly defeated smugglers, the teen grabbed two of them and returned to the fight. Much to his surprise, the padawan was seemingly a natural with the longer ranged weapons, his Art of Movement and Ataru training allowing him to dodge the majority of strikes aimed at him while firing the blasters simultaneously. This did not mean, however, that he was a crack shot with the weapons, nor that he didn’t get injured. No, being unused to wielding the weapons, he had to rely largely on the force to know when and where to fire, leaving his mind occupied and him open to attacks. As the two jedi neared the end of the battle, the last dark jedi alive managed to slice into Remiel’s chest, though luckily the injury wasn’t deep enough to cause permanent harm or death…at least not right away.
Dispatching the foe swiftly, Abel rushed his injured padawan to the medical bays at the temple. While the boy was in the medical wing being treated, and having seen the way his student had handled the situation they were dealt, Abel felt that he could not teach the boy much more and, despite his age, put his name up for the trials of knighthood. By the time Rem was out of the medical bay, he had turned 18 and was ready to continue his training, however, Abel had been sent to lower Coruscant once more to look for the remainders of the smugglers who had gotten away. Dismayed, he asked the council to allow him to join his master, but they refused saying that Remiel needed to stay at the temple and focus more on his meditations…that he needed to start detaching himself from his master’s side because he was nearing the age for his trials. Half heartedly Remiel accepted what they told him and went to meditate. Sitting in the darkened meditation rooms, Rem would battle his urges to just leave and find Abel. He had learned about Coruscant’s lower side in his time at the temple from first hand experience, and it troubled him to think that Abel was out there on his own when the last time out there turned out to be so dangerous. Over the course of the next several days Rem had to stop himself from leaving the temple, and instead focus himself on his practices to keep himself from worrying. Eventually he managed to go a full day without worry, or fighting himself to keep from leaving…then it became two days, until eventually it became a full week. As if on cue, on the last day of the second week Abel returned. Pleased to see his master safely back, Remiel asked the older man if he had spoken to the council yet. With an affirmative reply, Rem asked what their next assignment would be…but Abel wouldn’t tell him. Disheartened, Rem remained silent, but didn’t question his master’s decision. As the two walked through the temple, Rem slowly began to notice they were on their way to the council chambers. Curious, he asked Abel once more what the council had said, but again the older man refused to answer his question.
Unsettled by his master’s silence, the teen followed him obediently into the council chambers where the council sat waiting. It took a moment for the boy to understand that he was there for the trials, but it didn’t take him long to get to work. He wasn’t masterful with much in the way of the force, but he was capable enough to not only lift each of the seats with the masters in them, though it took him several moments to focus enough to lift them all at once, making them trade places with each other. Next they had him touch several items and discern their past. At the end, they still asked for him to duel one of the special holocrons of a former jedi master. It took the teen what seemed to be ages, making him use every trick and attack he knew, pull every movement from his Art of Movement training, rely on every ounce of his force training to defeat the formidable foe. In the end, Rem caught the hologram off guard with a move he had made up on the spot. Pleased, the council informed the padawan that he had passed his trials. Later that week, the Council removed his padawan braid and Remiel became a fully fledged knight.
Both thrilled and a bit intimidated by the new tasks set before him, Remiel proceeded to go on missions for the council on his own; however, since his mission in lower Coruscant where his lightsaber had been broken and he’d been forced to use blasters, the young man became increasingly interested in the weapons. Along his journeys, the consular not only learned to wield the weapons but became proficient with them to an amazing degree, using his skill in movement and Ataru to baffle others he was fighting and to avoid any strikes or shots aimed at him. Not only did he master the blasters, but also found rifles to be extremely useful, slug throwing or energy dealing it made little difference, it seemed he had a natural talent for it. Though the council did not really approve of the weapons he chose to use, they didn’t stop him, not yet. It wasn’t until he began learning such things as slicing and lock picking to get into areas he needed to enter to complete a mission that they began to wonder if perhaps he was following the darker path. By this time Remiel was 28 and his time at the temple, though he didn’t know it then, was drawing to a close.
After returning from a mission to settle a land dispute between the people of Naboo and the native Gungans, Remiel returned to the council which told him they would no longer allow his use of blasters as weapons and lectured him on the improper use of some of his more peculiar skills such as lock picking. Though he informed them that he never used his skills for any reason besides completing the Council’s missions, they didn’t seem to care and asked him to refrain from using such skills. Frustrated, he accepted his next mission to Shili, the togruta home-world. The growth of a slave ring for the native togrutas caused the council a great amount of worry, so they sent Remiel. Over the course of a year and a half, the knight slowly picked apart the slaver’s ring, following them finally, to a small, out of the way planet where the slaves were being sent to other Hutt controlled worlds…Rilia. It took nearly a month to track down the main ‘base’ of the smugglers in Celeban, but at last he did, and what he found horrified him. The appalling situation that the slaves were put into, the chains, the rotten food and stale water, the way they were beaten, and it wasn’t just togruta, but the people of this planet…it was his breaking point. Furious, he cut all the chains he could before being set upon by the smugglers. Despite his efforts to subdue the large group of people, there seemed to be a never ending stream of them, some having speed to match his own, being from the Rilan race as well. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, there were only a few of the slavers left. Getting smart, they chose to use the few slaves that were left as shields against the furious jedi, but by this time Remiel didn’t care. The heat in the building began to rise the more angry he became, his eyes changing to a deep red, golden wings sprouting from his back, his features distorting into something clearly not human, finally the few wooden chairs around set fire, and soon after them, the cases of ammunition that had also been smuggled by the slavers to different worlds. The resulting explosion rocked the city around the building setting other buildings on fire, and killing not only the slavers, but the slaves they were using as shields, several civilians, and badly injuring Remiel with flying debris that caught in his chest and arms as he protected his face from the blast and several others caught near the scene. Remiel had only gotten out of the building just before the explosion, but he felt as if he had been in it, his heart hurt so badly.
The med-teams that arrived took Remiel and the other injured to a near by facility where they were healed up over the course of a month. Not realizing that this was his home planet, Remiel could barely wait to leave the world that he had caused so much pain upon. Upon being released, Remiel was going to return to the Council to accept whatever fate they might have for him, his heart heavy with his deeds, but fate wasn’t going to be so kind. As he booked passage to Coruscant a dark jedi he had once faced on Kashyyyk made himself known to Remiel, calling him from a distance, in the heart of Celeban. At first, Rem wasn’t going to go to the man, but the dark jedi was wily and knew Remiel’s weakness…the innocents on the planet. Fearing what the dark jedi might do, he went to meet the man, who informed the confused jedi about his heritage, and the plight of the people on the planet…ruled over by war lords who promised the dark jedi a place of honor and power at their sides if he were to destroy the city. With every intent of doing just that, Remiel wondered why the dark jedi would tell him. Vowing to stop him, Remiel watched as the dark jedi brought down a building beside them, killing all the Rilan inside of it. Growing more and more angry, Remiel lunged at the foe aiming to strike him down before it was to late, but the dark man continually avoided his attacks, wreaking havoc on the city instead of fighting back. As the two moved through the city, the damage grew as near by ammunition exploded and wood or buildings set on fire in Remiel’s growing anger. In the end, the dark jedi managed to escape once more as a near by explosion nearly toppled a building directly on top of Remiel. Injured, angry, and in a daze of confusion, Rem slowly realized that he had been used…his anger and his yet uncontrolled power had been used by the dark jedi to do exactly what he had intended to do the whole time: destroy the city.
With thousands dead an injured, Remiel ran into the wilds horrified by what he had done. It wasn’t until a camp of Feanturi descendents came upon the collapsed form of Remiel in the savannah that he was healed and brought back to some semblance of life. He was almost 30, and he now felt that he could no longer face the Jedi High Council. Despite knowing what had happened, the Feanturi were kind to Remiel, helping him understand the situation on the planet, as well as his powers. Over the next few months until his 30’th birthday, the camp as a whole helped teach him about their race’s ability to heal and communicate mind to mind…and even control his knew power...but Remiel found that the camp's Eldar, Saraia Thelavi, was his true mentor. Though this was a blessing to the young man, he still couldn’t live with himself and the knowledge of what he had done to the people of the planet. One night he left. His leaving wasn’t unknown to the camp’s Eldar, but they allowed him to leave…beside, what better way to find one’s self again, then to go looking? Stowing away on a freighter, Remiel made his way back into the galaxy, buying two blasters and taking on random jobs when he can get them.
Today Remiel prefers to not be seen as a jedi of any kind, not using his saber if he can possibly help it and instead using blasters and keeping from using his force powers out right unless in the middle of battle. Even then, he claims his heritage as the reason for his prowess. Hiding his pain behind a bright personality and a smile, his eyes often stay a deep shade of blue…the only clue that he is never truly happy.
RP Sample:
Groaning, the blond finally woke up. His mind was foggy from pain and lack of food. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d eaten…not that it mattered, he’d have been better off dead anyway. Obviously, he wasn’t dead…far from it so it seemed…but that was little comfort to the jedi. So many…so many dead because of me…he thought miserably. It wasn’t until there was a sound at his side that he bothered to open his, now deep blue, eyes. Turning his head, a brunette woman met his eyes, her eye color swiftly changing from dark brown to yellow as her eyes widened upon seeing him awake. Looking over her shoulder, she seemed as if she were calling to someone, but there was no sound and her mouth didn’t move. As if on cue, several others appeared and smiled down at him, an older man and very old looking woman.
“Good evening young man. You’re lucky that we found you when we did or you might have died.”
The old woman stated, her eyes turning a light green as she spoke to him.
Who are you? Why did you save me?! You should have let me die! Why….
The old woman shooed the others away with a hand and sat down.
“Calm yourself littling. You were saved because you did not need to die.”
She replied simply, her voice calm as any jedi master’s. Blinking at her, Remiel tried to sit up, but she easily held him down on the cot where he had been lain. In a moment a flood of images swept through his mind, memories of what had happened to him the past few days. Shuddering, he swiped the woman’s hand away from his shoulder and the images stopped.
“Yes…you have done dark deeds littling, but that doesn’t make you evil. You are just lost, confused, but you are not dark. You…”
Not dark?! How can you have seen that and not call me dark?! Are you bli…
“Blind? Yes, actually, I am…but that doesn’t stop me from seeing the truth. You’re hurting because of what you did. That means that you’re still GOOD.”
Who ARE you?
"I am the Eldar, the leader of this camp. My name is Saraia, and I have been expecting you Remiel. I have been expecting you for a long time."
She replied calmly.
Rem sat up in his bed, startled by the dream, the Eldar’s words echoing around in his mind as if she had been speaking to him in his dreams. True, mind to mind speaking was possible with their race, but…in dreams? Sighing, he got up and put on his blaster belt and red coat, holstering his blasters and tucking his lightsaber into a hidden part of his coat. It was another day in the wilderness of life, and he was ready to get lost in it once again. Walking out of the little room that he had rented for the night, he smiled and waved at the lady behind the front desk of the little hotel he’d stayed at and practically pranced outside. Looking around the busy world of Nar Shaddaa, he wondered where he should go next to find a job.
Well…there was always one place full to the brim with jobs…Coruscant. Even though he didn’t particularly like the idea of being so close to the Jedi temple, he figured he could live with it for a while. Besides…he’d spent most of his life around the city planet…it would be like going home. Grinning at a passing woman and her little girl, who both promptly hurried off, Remiel shrugged and headed toward the space port. It was time for a change of scenery anyway…
