Post by Dalton on Feb 23, 2012 23:08:31 GMT -5
Name: Valentanio DeMacio
Race: Human
Age: 15
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 130 lbs
Appearance: Valentanio is a rather small, human male with boyish features. He is a boy and isn't rippled with muscles, nor is he coated in a layer of fat or hair. He has an average body for a boy, a flat stomach with a little tuft of hair below his belly button. He is rather short, 5'3" at fifteen and, strangely, hasn't grown since he was 12 and has small hands and feet to match his body. His hair is a dark caramel color and is short around the sides and longer on top, with bangs that sweep over his forehead. A soft, rounded chin and big ears along with a nice, average nose make up his facial features.
He does, on the other, suffer from the genetic disorder heterochromia; having two different color eyes. His right eye is a dark, metallic blue like that of a massive ocean. The other is a light green color with blue specks scattered throughout the iris. The blue specks, Valentanio believes, are the result of where the melanin in his left eye tried to come through but couldn't because of his disorder. Resulting in a nice array of blue specks in a green colored eye.
His apparel is that of the average Jedi Padawan, loose-fitting brown pants and robes. He doesn't really prefer any colors, but he shys away from blues and greens. Many say it's because of his eyes, but he insist it's just instinct and preference. He wears black leather boots and one, black leather glove on his left hand because he is left handed.
Personality: The personality of a teenager is a complex and changing one, even for a Jedi. His preferences, likes and dislikes ever so often change depending on what his classmates and friends like. The never changing core of his personality are some basic traits, caring, funny, flirtatious, sarcastic, and never quick to judgment. He can get a long with most people, the few he can't are the ignorant, judgmental, racist type that try to label and judge people based on sex, species, or appearance. Other than that you can catch him conversing with a wide array of people.
His obvious eye disorder, albeit not the worst in the world, has led him to development a sympathetic feeling towards those who also bear disorders. He doesn't get picked on because of his two colored eyes, but he does stand up for those that do get picked on. It's not commonplace among the Jedi, but sometimes even kids will be kids.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: single bladed dual-phase saber
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho (2)
Ataru (1)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 2
Healing: 3
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +3
Bio:
Born on the bustling Coruscant streets to a wealthy senator in the Galatic Senate and her stay-at-home husband, Vanentanio DeMacio appeared to be your average baby boy. Except for the small fact that he'd inherited his mother's eye disorder; heterochromia. The melanin in his left eye had failed to send pigment to his iris, resulting in a green iris with a few blue specks sprinkled around. His other eye was fine, a perfectly normal, deep blue eye. His father, a rather weird individual from time to time, adored the disorder saying it was 'perfection from an imperfection'. This and the fact that he was Force sensitive were the only two impurities he had from being normal. Since he was born within the Republic he was given a routine midichlorian test. His parents only wanted a year with their first child, enough time to spend with and love him, but any longer and they couldn't bear the thought of him leaving. But, both being intelligent individuals, they knew the great things he would become as a Jedi and wanted him to go.
His first year of life was like that of any child, mostly attached to his mother's hip and keeping her preoccupied from her duties as a senator. His father, always at home, would keep her informed of what was going on and constantly keep her in the loop of things when people would call for her or come to visit. She didn't mind caring for her first and only child, she put Valentanio ahead of all else. Valentanio had a massive appetite, he even started eating solid foods at only seven months. This was a trait he genetically inherited from his father, who too had a veracious appetite.
One day, when he was exactly a year and three weeks old, his parents decided it was best to give him up to the Jedi. They believed Valentanio was destined for great things, greater then both of them could ever help him to accomplish. A master was sent to collect the child and did just that, and away Valentanio went. He would never remember the sound of his mother crying, or see the tears rolling off her face.
Being extremely young the next few years were intensely dull for the young human. He was merely a year when he was taken in, so the next few years were spent with other younglings and nursing droids. The droids would change and feed him, along with teaching him the basics of life. Bathroom training and how to dress himself were some of the basics he learned from the droids. They were sweet to him, cared for him as much as an actual person would. Some children had other, older younglings teach them these personal things, but Valentanio enjoyed the company of the nurturing droids.
As he approached his fourth birthday he started to become more independent, not needing the droids as much as before, and started to hang out with younglings and play games. Most enjoyed his heterochromia disorder, the older younglings insisting that it was cool and they wanted the surgery done to achieve the same coloring. When Valentanio would state he was merely born this way they adored him more, going on about how lucky he was to have two colored eyes. He would just giggle and go on about his business, usually continuing to play some game with a friend or two.
On a day when he was six years old his personality started to shine through when he noticed a few younglings laughing in a circle. Valentanio felt left out because he didn't know why some of the kids were laughing and enjoying themselves, so of course he went to find out what was so funny. After pushing his way through the crowd of younglings, he discovered that one kid was being harassed because of a terrible scar traveling across the bridge of his nose. Valentanio couldn't stand there while the kids continued to ridicule the poor boy, so he told every kid to stop and tried to lecture them. That being said he was only six and didn't comprehend much at the time, but the kids soon stopped. Maybe DeMacio had hit a soft spot with the crowd, maybe it was because he was popular with a lot of younglings and they stopped because of that, or maybe it was merely because the boy told a Master of the incident and they settled the matter.
As he was entering the age of seven he played with friends less often and took up basic martial arts training with the other younglings around his age. He always enjoyed his sessions, hanging with friends and practicing martial arts was cool in his mind. He was one of the top students in his class, both in obedience and performance. Valentanio was always a careful listener when it came to his teachings, this was why he performed slightly better than the rest of his classmates. It wasn't the same deal when it came to his actual school lessons. The young boy would often get bored and his mind would wander during long lectures. He wasn't slow, but if his body wasn't up and moving then it seemed that his mind couldn't concentrate. This caused him to fall right under the average mark in class studies.
Around nine he figured out a way to control his wandering mind during his class studies and he gradually started to perform better. He'd stand up and stretch, with permission, and as he exercised his body it focused his mind and he could better adapt to the classroom environment. For a while anyway, he'd have to move around every hour or so. About twice per lecture, it wasn't too bad and was certainly better than failing at his studies. Most teachers didn't mind and one master encouraged him, along with the rest of the class, to jump up and down and run through the room in order. This act gained Valentanio a bit more popularity with the other students.
At ten years old his saber training took place and he excelled, which was expected mainly because he excelled in anything that included physical work. He just loved working his body, definitely a lot better than using his mind. When the class' master would leave, Valentanio would often goof off and get the other kids cracking up. He'd also have small, short duels with other classmates. His saber ability was apparent at this young age. He couldn't concentrate while reading, though when he had a saber in his hand everything in his mind would go blank and all he could see was his target or targets. The young boy of ten could even best his older opponents of twelve and even thirteen.
At age twelve a few masters had noticed his aptitude for saber wielding, one took initiative and took him as a Padawan. From the very start his saber training was his number one priority, letting other teachings take a back seat. That's not to say he didn't meddle with the Force, his mind just wasn't as controlled enough to take advantage of the situation. He mainly practiced healing and telepathy, and occasionally some protection based powers. His mind would only allow him to successfully train in these abilities, Valentanio's master found this out through trial and error. His main focus, even after finding out he wasn't useless in the Force, was still saber training. He trained night and day with his master, often preferring to use the simulator to get real world experience training. His favorite simulation was fighting off the droids, it tickled at his funny bone.
Turning into a teen he started to pull at some threads in his hormones. He'd have strange feelings overcome him every time he'd see a beautiful, young girl. His master, who seemed all knowing, sensed these feelings in him and would try to mold his mind into ignoring them. It half worked, he'd still get urges but would ignore them and bury them deep inside of him. So his saber training would go undisturbed like always, he was proceeding at a faster than average rate of training too. His master decided for him to start practicing the Ataru saber form along with Shii Cho. The Ataru form was what his master had, well, mastered at an early age and could pass his excess knowledge of the form down to DeMacio.
Now young Valentanio DeMacio was fourteen and had the urge to create his own saber. His master warned him it would be more troublesome than usual to create a dual phased saber, but Valentanio insisted he knew what he was doing. While he was awaiting his saber, he had to undergo the hard and meticulous task of building the saber hilt. It took a full month and two weeks and a few helpful suggestions from his master before it was finished. It was beautiful though, a light black hilt with purple specks sparkled through it. Another couple of weeks to meditate on his purple crystal, honing it to his liking, and his saber was complete. It might have taken him two months to complete, but it was worth it in young DeMacio's eyes.
Hardships had befallen him at the age of fifteen. His master had left the order, through peaceful ties, and had wanted to serve the few years of his lift in peace and quiet alone. The order had accepted his wishes and made no fuss or fight about this, but it had left young Valentanio masterless. How could he continue his training without a master? Who would take him on his first trip out of the Jedi Temple? No one would control him when it came to girls and scold him every time he tried to steal a kiss from one. Hopefully the Jedi Council would assign him another master, preferably a younger one so his this wouldn't happen again.
RP Sample: "No, I'm serious. It wasn't a surgery performed by the Jedi to enhance my sight. It's just a genetic disorder I inherited from my mother at birth."
The young Valentanio giggled, twisting around in the tall, metal swivel chair. This was around the hundredth time he had been asked about his eye, but he didn't mind as long as no many made fun about his heterochromia. The two boys were in saber training class early, waiting on the other students and the teacher to appear. Valentanio was ready and excited, this was his favorite class of the day. Much for interesting than the study of stars or planets, and it made it a bit better that he was first in his class and kept excelling everyday.
"No way! You were lucky enough to have that from birth?! You're so cool, DeMacio. I wish I could be just like you."
The younger student went on, Valentanio's cheeks were now dark red from embarrassment. He was extremely modest about himself and comments like these always seemed to make him blush.
"Thanks McWann, but don't flatter me too much. Anymore and I wouldn't be able to fit my head through the doorway."
The two boys giggled as the younger one picked up a stun saber and threw another one at DeMacio, who single handily caught it without looking.
"You're a funny, little boy. But here, lets do a little duel before the others arrive. You can teach me some of what you already know, considering you're first in our class. You even beat Durr in a duel and he's the oldest in the class!"
Valentanio blushed again as he proceeded to jump down from his chair, igniting the blue blade from the saber. He twirled it around for a moment, toying with the button that changed lenghts immediately every time he pressed it. He poked at the younger boy a time or two, the saber was on its lowest setting and would merely give a slight shock at the blade's touch. The other boy giggled and poked DeMacio as well, shocking him too. They played a bit more before the teacher walked in and gave them a scolding for playing with sabers without proper permission, guidance, or supervision.
Race: Human
Age: 15
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 130 lbs
Appearance: Valentanio is a rather small, human male with boyish features. He is a boy and isn't rippled with muscles, nor is he coated in a layer of fat or hair. He has an average body for a boy, a flat stomach with a little tuft of hair below his belly button. He is rather short, 5'3" at fifteen and, strangely, hasn't grown since he was 12 and has small hands and feet to match his body. His hair is a dark caramel color and is short around the sides and longer on top, with bangs that sweep over his forehead. A soft, rounded chin and big ears along with a nice, average nose make up his facial features.
He does, on the other, suffer from the genetic disorder heterochromia; having two different color eyes. His right eye is a dark, metallic blue like that of a massive ocean. The other is a light green color with blue specks scattered throughout the iris. The blue specks, Valentanio believes, are the result of where the melanin in his left eye tried to come through but couldn't because of his disorder. Resulting in a nice array of blue specks in a green colored eye.
His apparel is that of the average Jedi Padawan, loose-fitting brown pants and robes. He doesn't really prefer any colors, but he shys away from blues and greens. Many say it's because of his eyes, but he insist it's just instinct and preference. He wears black leather boots and one, black leather glove on his left hand because he is left handed.
Personality: The personality of a teenager is a complex and changing one, even for a Jedi. His preferences, likes and dislikes ever so often change depending on what his classmates and friends like. The never changing core of his personality are some basic traits, caring, funny, flirtatious, sarcastic, and never quick to judgment. He can get a long with most people, the few he can't are the ignorant, judgmental, racist type that try to label and judge people based on sex, species, or appearance. Other than that you can catch him conversing with a wide array of people.
His obvious eye disorder, albeit not the worst in the world, has led him to development a sympathetic feeling towards those who also bear disorders. He doesn't get picked on because of his two colored eyes, but he does stand up for those that do get picked on. It's not commonplace among the Jedi, but sometimes even kids will be kids.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: single bladed dual-phase saber
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho (2)
Ataru (1)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 2
Healing: 3
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +3
Bio:
Birth:
Born on the bustling Coruscant streets to a wealthy senator in the Galatic Senate and her stay-at-home husband, Vanentanio DeMacio appeared to be your average baby boy. Except for the small fact that he'd inherited his mother's eye disorder; heterochromia. The melanin in his left eye had failed to send pigment to his iris, resulting in a green iris with a few blue specks sprinkled around. His other eye was fine, a perfectly normal, deep blue eye. His father, a rather weird individual from time to time, adored the disorder saying it was 'perfection from an imperfection'. This and the fact that he was Force sensitive were the only two impurities he had from being normal. Since he was born within the Republic he was given a routine midichlorian test. His parents only wanted a year with their first child, enough time to spend with and love him, but any longer and they couldn't bear the thought of him leaving. But, both being intelligent individuals, they knew the great things he would become as a Jedi and wanted him to go.
His first year of life was like that of any child, mostly attached to his mother's hip and keeping her preoccupied from her duties as a senator. His father, always at home, would keep her informed of what was going on and constantly keep her in the loop of things when people would call for her or come to visit. She didn't mind caring for her first and only child, she put Valentanio ahead of all else. Valentanio had a massive appetite, he even started eating solid foods at only seven months. This was a trait he genetically inherited from his father, who too had a veracious appetite.
Youngling Life:
One day, when he was exactly a year and three weeks old, his parents decided it was best to give him up to the Jedi. They believed Valentanio was destined for great things, greater then both of them could ever help him to accomplish. A master was sent to collect the child and did just that, and away Valentanio went. He would never remember the sound of his mother crying, or see the tears rolling off her face.
Being extremely young the next few years were intensely dull for the young human. He was merely a year when he was taken in, so the next few years were spent with other younglings and nursing droids. The droids would change and feed him, along with teaching him the basics of life. Bathroom training and how to dress himself were some of the basics he learned from the droids. They were sweet to him, cared for him as much as an actual person would. Some children had other, older younglings teach them these personal things, but Valentanio enjoyed the company of the nurturing droids.
As he approached his fourth birthday he started to become more independent, not needing the droids as much as before, and started to hang out with younglings and play games. Most enjoyed his heterochromia disorder, the older younglings insisting that it was cool and they wanted the surgery done to achieve the same coloring. When Valentanio would state he was merely born this way they adored him more, going on about how lucky he was to have two colored eyes. He would just giggle and go on about his business, usually continuing to play some game with a friend or two.
On a day when he was six years old his personality started to shine through when he noticed a few younglings laughing in a circle. Valentanio felt left out because he didn't know why some of the kids were laughing and enjoying themselves, so of course he went to find out what was so funny. After pushing his way through the crowd of younglings, he discovered that one kid was being harassed because of a terrible scar traveling across the bridge of his nose. Valentanio couldn't stand there while the kids continued to ridicule the poor boy, so he told every kid to stop and tried to lecture them. That being said he was only six and didn't comprehend much at the time, but the kids soon stopped. Maybe DeMacio had hit a soft spot with the crowd, maybe it was because he was popular with a lot of younglings and they stopped because of that, or maybe it was merely because the boy told a Master of the incident and they settled the matter.
As he was entering the age of seven he played with friends less often and took up basic martial arts training with the other younglings around his age. He always enjoyed his sessions, hanging with friends and practicing martial arts was cool in his mind. He was one of the top students in his class, both in obedience and performance. Valentanio was always a careful listener when it came to his teachings, this was why he performed slightly better than the rest of his classmates. It wasn't the same deal when it came to his actual school lessons. The young boy would often get bored and his mind would wander during long lectures. He wasn't slow, but if his body wasn't up and moving then it seemed that his mind couldn't concentrate. This caused him to fall right under the average mark in class studies.
Around nine he figured out a way to control his wandering mind during his class studies and he gradually started to perform better. He'd stand up and stretch, with permission, and as he exercised his body it focused his mind and he could better adapt to the classroom environment. For a while anyway, he'd have to move around every hour or so. About twice per lecture, it wasn't too bad and was certainly better than failing at his studies. Most teachers didn't mind and one master encouraged him, along with the rest of the class, to jump up and down and run through the room in order. This act gained Valentanio a bit more popularity with the other students.
At ten years old his saber training took place and he excelled, which was expected mainly because he excelled in anything that included physical work. He just loved working his body, definitely a lot better than using his mind. When the class' master would leave, Valentanio would often goof off and get the other kids cracking up. He'd also have small, short duels with other classmates. His saber ability was apparent at this young age. He couldn't concentrate while reading, though when he had a saber in his hand everything in his mind would go blank and all he could see was his target or targets. The young boy of ten could even best his older opponents of twelve and even thirteen.
Padawan Time:
At age twelve a few masters had noticed his aptitude for saber wielding, one took initiative and took him as a Padawan. From the very start his saber training was his number one priority, letting other teachings take a back seat. That's not to say he didn't meddle with the Force, his mind just wasn't as controlled enough to take advantage of the situation. He mainly practiced healing and telepathy, and occasionally some protection based powers. His mind would only allow him to successfully train in these abilities, Valentanio's master found this out through trial and error. His main focus, even after finding out he wasn't useless in the Force, was still saber training. He trained night and day with his master, often preferring to use the simulator to get real world experience training. His favorite simulation was fighting off the droids, it tickled at his funny bone.
Turning into a teen he started to pull at some threads in his hormones. He'd have strange feelings overcome him every time he'd see a beautiful, young girl. His master, who seemed all knowing, sensed these feelings in him and would try to mold his mind into ignoring them. It half worked, he'd still get urges but would ignore them and bury them deep inside of him. So his saber training would go undisturbed like always, he was proceeding at a faster than average rate of training too. His master decided for him to start practicing the Ataru saber form along with Shii Cho. The Ataru form was what his master had, well, mastered at an early age and could pass his excess knowledge of the form down to DeMacio.
Now young Valentanio DeMacio was fourteen and had the urge to create his own saber. His master warned him it would be more troublesome than usual to create a dual phased saber, but Valentanio insisted he knew what he was doing. While he was awaiting his saber, he had to undergo the hard and meticulous task of building the saber hilt. It took a full month and two weeks and a few helpful suggestions from his master before it was finished. It was beautiful though, a light black hilt with purple specks sparkled through it. Another couple of weeks to meditate on his purple crystal, honing it to his liking, and his saber was complete. It might have taken him two months to complete, but it was worth it in young DeMacio's eyes.
Hardships had befallen him at the age of fifteen. His master had left the order, through peaceful ties, and had wanted to serve the few years of his lift in peace and quiet alone. The order had accepted his wishes and made no fuss or fight about this, but it had left young Valentanio masterless. How could he continue his training without a master? Who would take him on his first trip out of the Jedi Temple? No one would control him when it came to girls and scold him every time he tried to steal a kiss from one. Hopefully the Jedi Council would assign him another master, preferably a younger one so his this wouldn't happen again.
RP Sample: "No, I'm serious. It wasn't a surgery performed by the Jedi to enhance my sight. It's just a genetic disorder I inherited from my mother at birth."
The young Valentanio giggled, twisting around in the tall, metal swivel chair. This was around the hundredth time he had been asked about his eye, but he didn't mind as long as no many made fun about his heterochromia. The two boys were in saber training class early, waiting on the other students and the teacher to appear. Valentanio was ready and excited, this was his favorite class of the day. Much for interesting than the study of stars or planets, and it made it a bit better that he was first in his class and kept excelling everyday.
"No way! You were lucky enough to have that from birth?! You're so cool, DeMacio. I wish I could be just like you."
The younger student went on, Valentanio's cheeks were now dark red from embarrassment. He was extremely modest about himself and comments like these always seemed to make him blush.
"Thanks McWann, but don't flatter me too much. Anymore and I wouldn't be able to fit my head through the doorway."
The two boys giggled as the younger one picked up a stun saber and threw another one at DeMacio, who single handily caught it without looking.
"You're a funny, little boy. But here, lets do a little duel before the others arrive. You can teach me some of what you already know, considering you're first in our class. You even beat Durr in a duel and he's the oldest in the class!"
Valentanio blushed again as he proceeded to jump down from his chair, igniting the blue blade from the saber. He twirled it around for a moment, toying with the button that changed lenghts immediately every time he pressed it. He poked at the younger boy a time or two, the saber was on its lowest setting and would merely give a slight shock at the blade's touch. The other boy giggled and poked DeMacio as well, shocking him too. They played a bit more before the teacher walked in and gave them a scolding for playing with sabers without proper permission, guidance, or supervision.
