Post by ordon68 on Oct 9, 2012 9:30:11 GMT -5
Name: Ty-Guri-Judon
Race: Cerean
Age: 12
Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 55 kg
Appearance:
The Cerean has wavy auburn hair, and is fairly stocky for his age, with legs a bit longer than his torso. His large, hazel eyes seems intent and focused on something. His thin face has a serious, astute look most of the time as if in contemplation. Ty possesses the normal pale-rosy skin of his race, thin eyebrows and high cheekbones. His perfect white teeth shine with a pearly gleam in the rare occasions that shows a broad smile.
During normal daily affairs at the temple, Ty wears a cream-colored comfortable cloth tunic, under simple reddish brown robes, and chestnut leather high boots that nearly reaches his broad knees, and matches his thick leather belt. At the times he is just studying at the libary he wears just his cream tunic and grey, plush slip-on shoes. For ceremonies or banquets he wears a cream colored silk tunic, a red cape with gold embroidery along the shoulders and bottom stitching and a polished brass buckle on his leather belt. He wears dark cherry polished boots with the ensemble.
Personality:
The Cerean student is inquisitive, reserved, thoughtful, and at times a bit distrustful, though he hides it well. He enjoys spending free time reading about Jedi Lore in the Temple Archive room. He is always trying to find the most logical course of action, and when that is not readily apparent he has the habit of pausing and rubbing his temples before taking action. He is soft spoken, but firm in his speech. He talks slowly mostly to make sure he is understood clearly. His voice is deep, but a bit nasally. He is fascinated with the machinations of the force, and how it interacts with the midi-chlorians and endeavors to further expand his knowledge and ways to test his theories.
The Jedi-in-training has a bit of sarcastic humor at times, even though he states it as logical opinions and denies that he is trying to employ humor. Usually it is a retort to an off-handed comment directed at him in jest. For instance a fellow student, blonde human male named Dorin Grail, chided him for showing a little frustration during an acrobatic exercise and told him "he was becoming more human," to which Ty gave him his typical reserved, serious stare. He then folded his arms while slightly raising one of his thin eyebows and calmly replied, "There is no need for insults."
Birth place: Metallos
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: Standard Training lightsaber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 2
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: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Pre-Discovery
Ty was born on Metallus to his father, Ni-Guri-Judon and his primary mother, Sha-Guri-Judon. The Cerean family lived there as engineers for the floating cities above the planet, helping maintain the complex repulsor/ion generators that kept the cities afloat in the planet's hazy atmosphere. Ty was the youngest of three children. Kat, the eldest sibling, was an engineering student, while Von, the middle child, was a studious nine year old already a gifted in computer programming.
The parents were notified that Ty had a high midi-chlorian count from the tests at his birth. They surmised that they would not be able to guide their son with the force. They knew the Jedi would come for him and that they couldn't guide him properly with his gift, but didn't want to have to lose him either. But they concluded their deliberations and proceeded with the only logical course and only asked that he remain with them until he was three. Then they released their son to be brought to the Jedi temple for training.
Age 3-12
The temple was amazing and the Cerean toddler felt right at home within the hallowed halls. He had a little trouble fitting in as he was quiet and reserved, even at a young age. He was a bit taller than the others, because of his long cranium so that also served to isolate him from the main group of youngling friends. But he didn't mind, and preferred not to be in the social rituals the others seemed to enjoy in their down time from training. He preferred the tranquility of the vast library archives reading room, where he studied about Jedi lore and the origins of their sect. He excelled at meditation and telepathy, though he had trouble at his young age knowing how to limit his ability in regards to others' thoughts, as it came very naturally for him. He was corrected on several occasions for reading others thoughts, but finally was able to get them under control after several months of instruction with his mentors .
The youngling's lightsaber training was also a work in progress, his physical attributes were not as good as many of his brethren. But the Jedi trainers helped him hone his mental skills into the style of his energy blade to make him as effective as the more physically gifted students. He became adept at watching how the others legs, arms, and eyes all moved before they attacked and learned that he could use without the force to increase the reaction time of his defense.
He was more accepted by the other students as they matured mainly because he was willingness to help the others that had trouble with telepathic and force sensing abilities. Some of the Jedi Consular instructors really warmed up to him and his constant search for answers to increasingly difficult questions about the theories of the force, midi-chlorians, and various other academic topics about the powers they wielded and its effects on the cosmos. His thirst for knowledge seemed ravenous, but always he asked respectful questions and patiently waited for those answers or at least their opinion on the matters which were commonly accepted as fact as of yet. His twin minds whirred through the possibilities and his own theories about certain aspects of the force that weren't explained, but not all the answers could be found even in the huge archives of the Jedi. He needed to head out into the galaxy to witness things for himself, and test out some of the ideas he had already formed in his expanding cerebral hemispheres.
The Cerean was mostly a loaner, but he did have a fellow student which he enjoyed to debate with about some of his theories, a rather short, but wise Ithorian who was a year his senior, and enjoyed as he did to spend time in the library or exploring the temple. He didn't have any rivalries and was never one to be in competition for anything other than furthering his knowledge and training in all aspects of the force.
It was quite a shock for Ty to hear recent news that some of the Jedi's he had heard about during his time in the temple ended up deceased during the recent events. One of his favorite mentor's was Jorek Maroff, a Quarren Jedi Knight Consular from Mon Calamari. He was quite fascinated with the tales of his home-world and their unique society and they often discussed the physics of the force after some of his classes. Unfortunately Master Maroff lost his life after his shuttle was shot down on a routine mission in the outer rim a few months after his eleventh birthday. It was the first time that Ty had to deal with death of someone he was close to. The event drained his resolve to study and his training suffered until another of his mentors, a Bothan Jedi called Lorsk Sey'Lyn, prompted him to apply the Jedi code, 'there is no death, there is the force.' Ty was able to take that to heart and accept death as a transition to another phase of the force. He went back to his training, and with less trepidation than in the past, armed with the knowledge that even in his death, he would somehow continue his journey in the force.
RP Sample:
The six year old Cerean student wielded his training lightsaber, and took a low stance as the spherical remote whirred and spun, its tiny hex shaped muzzle port swung around and discharged red bolts of energy at Ty, which he barely deflected the first and the second blasts. But the third struck him hard in the shoulder and he ducked for cover behind a bench panting from the effort.
His Corellian Jedi instructor gently led him out and sat him on the bench he was hiding behind. "You do well with the other students, because of your telepathy, but you must also learn to use the force to see the energy build up in the remote and anticipate where the bolt is coming from and its trajectory so that you can intercept it with your blade or evade." The Cerean nodded and looked at the remote unit, his skin a slight purplish tint from being flushed at his failure, absently rubbing at the sore spot on his shoulder as his binary brains considered the elder Jedi's words. The instructor led him up and reset the training remote.
"Now, I will demonstrate. I want you to try and feel the energy build-up using the force as the remote shoots at me." The Jedi stood in a perfect Soresu defensive stance, keeping his blade horizontally in front of his chest as the remote whirred to life and began spinning faster and firing in quick succession from its turret ports. The Jedi blocked several, dodged or ducked under the rest in a blur of fluid motion. The remote slowed down and hovered, its whining noise lowered to a mere hum as the Jedi deactivated the glowing purple blade of energy.
"Well, young Ty. Did you see the energy through the force before I was attacked?" The Cerean beamed as he nodded, "I could see power coursing through the remote, as if the physical sphere was a…” The youth paused and tried to find the right word to describe it. “Like a ghost and not really there. Everything in the background seemed to fade into a grey haze, but the energy of the remote and your… life energy, seemed bright." The instructor chuckled and patted the elongated head of the youngling. "Very good, Ty. In time you will learn to expand your sense of the force to a wider field of vision, but for now that was well done. Now try again with the remote, this time I will increase the difficulty."
The Jedi activated a remote device and the training unit chirped and began whirring again as Ty moved into a ready position. The youngling's greenish grey eyes were focused and seemed to glaze as he concentrated on the sphere. Several bolts whizzed out of the remote in rapid fire, and Ty angled his training weapon to deflect two of them as he spun around wide away from the remaining three shots that fizzed on the duracrete where he had been standing. The trainer looked on, the corners of his lips curling slightly upward as he watched his teaching come to fruition.
"Much improved, young Ty. Though work on minimizing your movements. It makes no difference if a bolt misses you by two inches or two meters for the attacker, but as far as your energy expenditure it makes a significant difference. In a prolonged fight, every ounce of energy must not be wasted in order to keep yourself alive. You only need to move just enough to avoid being hit. Every movement must have a purpose toward your end goal. But that lesson we'll expound on as you get a little older. Why don't you go and join the rest of your class for the afternoon meal."
The Cerean boy paid apt attention as the Jedi spoke and bowed reverently, as he replied, "Thank you for your insightful teachings Master." He straightened up and trotted off toward the dining area to join his fellow students.
Race: Cerean
Age: 12
Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 55 kg
Appearance:
The Cerean has wavy auburn hair, and is fairly stocky for his age, with legs a bit longer than his torso. His large, hazel eyes seems intent and focused on something. His thin face has a serious, astute look most of the time as if in contemplation. Ty possesses the normal pale-rosy skin of his race, thin eyebrows and high cheekbones. His perfect white teeth shine with a pearly gleam in the rare occasions that shows a broad smile.
During normal daily affairs at the temple, Ty wears a cream-colored comfortable cloth tunic, under simple reddish brown robes, and chestnut leather high boots that nearly reaches his broad knees, and matches his thick leather belt. At the times he is just studying at the libary he wears just his cream tunic and grey, plush slip-on shoes. For ceremonies or banquets he wears a cream colored silk tunic, a red cape with gold embroidery along the shoulders and bottom stitching and a polished brass buckle on his leather belt. He wears dark cherry polished boots with the ensemble.
Personality:
The Cerean student is inquisitive, reserved, thoughtful, and at times a bit distrustful, though he hides it well. He enjoys spending free time reading about Jedi Lore in the Temple Archive room. He is always trying to find the most logical course of action, and when that is not readily apparent he has the habit of pausing and rubbing his temples before taking action. He is soft spoken, but firm in his speech. He talks slowly mostly to make sure he is understood clearly. His voice is deep, but a bit nasally. He is fascinated with the machinations of the force, and how it interacts with the midi-chlorians and endeavors to further expand his knowledge and ways to test his theories.
The Jedi-in-training has a bit of sarcastic humor at times, even though he states it as logical opinions and denies that he is trying to employ humor. Usually it is a retort to an off-handed comment directed at him in jest. For instance a fellow student, blonde human male named Dorin Grail, chided him for showing a little frustration during an acrobatic exercise and told him "he was becoming more human," to which Ty gave him his typical reserved, serious stare. He then folded his arms while slightly raising one of his thin eyebows and calmly replied, "There is no need for insults."
Birth place: Metallos
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: Standard Training lightsaber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 2
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: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Pre-Discovery
Ty was born on Metallus to his father, Ni-Guri-Judon and his primary mother, Sha-Guri-Judon. The Cerean family lived there as engineers for the floating cities above the planet, helping maintain the complex repulsor/ion generators that kept the cities afloat in the planet's hazy atmosphere. Ty was the youngest of three children. Kat, the eldest sibling, was an engineering student, while Von, the middle child, was a studious nine year old already a gifted in computer programming.
The parents were notified that Ty had a high midi-chlorian count from the tests at his birth. They surmised that they would not be able to guide their son with the force. They knew the Jedi would come for him and that they couldn't guide him properly with his gift, but didn't want to have to lose him either. But they concluded their deliberations and proceeded with the only logical course and only asked that he remain with them until he was three. Then they released their son to be brought to the Jedi temple for training.
Age 3-12
The temple was amazing and the Cerean toddler felt right at home within the hallowed halls. He had a little trouble fitting in as he was quiet and reserved, even at a young age. He was a bit taller than the others, because of his long cranium so that also served to isolate him from the main group of youngling friends. But he didn't mind, and preferred not to be in the social rituals the others seemed to enjoy in their down time from training. He preferred the tranquility of the vast library archives reading room, where he studied about Jedi lore and the origins of their sect. He excelled at meditation and telepathy, though he had trouble at his young age knowing how to limit his ability in regards to others' thoughts, as it came very naturally for him. He was corrected on several occasions for reading others thoughts, but finally was able to get them under control after several months of instruction with his mentors .
The youngling's lightsaber training was also a work in progress, his physical attributes were not as good as many of his brethren. But the Jedi trainers helped him hone his mental skills into the style of his energy blade to make him as effective as the more physically gifted students. He became adept at watching how the others legs, arms, and eyes all moved before they attacked and learned that he could use without the force to increase the reaction time of his defense.
He was more accepted by the other students as they matured mainly because he was willingness to help the others that had trouble with telepathic and force sensing abilities. Some of the Jedi Consular instructors really warmed up to him and his constant search for answers to increasingly difficult questions about the theories of the force, midi-chlorians, and various other academic topics about the powers they wielded and its effects on the cosmos. His thirst for knowledge seemed ravenous, but always he asked respectful questions and patiently waited for those answers or at least their opinion on the matters which were commonly accepted as fact as of yet. His twin minds whirred through the possibilities and his own theories about certain aspects of the force that weren't explained, but not all the answers could be found even in the huge archives of the Jedi. He needed to head out into the galaxy to witness things for himself, and test out some of the ideas he had already formed in his expanding cerebral hemispheres.
The Cerean was mostly a loaner, but he did have a fellow student which he enjoyed to debate with about some of his theories, a rather short, but wise Ithorian who was a year his senior, and enjoyed as he did to spend time in the library or exploring the temple. He didn't have any rivalries and was never one to be in competition for anything other than furthering his knowledge and training in all aspects of the force.
It was quite a shock for Ty to hear recent news that some of the Jedi's he had heard about during his time in the temple ended up deceased during the recent events. One of his favorite mentor's was Jorek Maroff, a Quarren Jedi Knight Consular from Mon Calamari. He was quite fascinated with the tales of his home-world and their unique society and they often discussed the physics of the force after some of his classes. Unfortunately Master Maroff lost his life after his shuttle was shot down on a routine mission in the outer rim a few months after his eleventh birthday. It was the first time that Ty had to deal with death of someone he was close to. The event drained his resolve to study and his training suffered until another of his mentors, a Bothan Jedi called Lorsk Sey'Lyn, prompted him to apply the Jedi code, 'there is no death, there is the force.' Ty was able to take that to heart and accept death as a transition to another phase of the force. He went back to his training, and with less trepidation than in the past, armed with the knowledge that even in his death, he would somehow continue his journey in the force.
RP Sample:
The six year old Cerean student wielded his training lightsaber, and took a low stance as the spherical remote whirred and spun, its tiny hex shaped muzzle port swung around and discharged red bolts of energy at Ty, which he barely deflected the first and the second blasts. But the third struck him hard in the shoulder and he ducked for cover behind a bench panting from the effort.
His Corellian Jedi instructor gently led him out and sat him on the bench he was hiding behind. "You do well with the other students, because of your telepathy, but you must also learn to use the force to see the energy build up in the remote and anticipate where the bolt is coming from and its trajectory so that you can intercept it with your blade or evade." The Cerean nodded and looked at the remote unit, his skin a slight purplish tint from being flushed at his failure, absently rubbing at the sore spot on his shoulder as his binary brains considered the elder Jedi's words. The instructor led him up and reset the training remote.
"Now, I will demonstrate. I want you to try and feel the energy build-up using the force as the remote shoots at me." The Jedi stood in a perfect Soresu defensive stance, keeping his blade horizontally in front of his chest as the remote whirred to life and began spinning faster and firing in quick succession from its turret ports. The Jedi blocked several, dodged or ducked under the rest in a blur of fluid motion. The remote slowed down and hovered, its whining noise lowered to a mere hum as the Jedi deactivated the glowing purple blade of energy.
"Well, young Ty. Did you see the energy through the force before I was attacked?" The Cerean beamed as he nodded, "I could see power coursing through the remote, as if the physical sphere was a…” The youth paused and tried to find the right word to describe it. “Like a ghost and not really there. Everything in the background seemed to fade into a grey haze, but the energy of the remote and your… life energy, seemed bright." The instructor chuckled and patted the elongated head of the youngling. "Very good, Ty. In time you will learn to expand your sense of the force to a wider field of vision, but for now that was well done. Now try again with the remote, this time I will increase the difficulty."
The Jedi activated a remote device and the training unit chirped and began whirring again as Ty moved into a ready position. The youngling's greenish grey eyes were focused and seemed to glaze as he concentrated on the sphere. Several bolts whizzed out of the remote in rapid fire, and Ty angled his training weapon to deflect two of them as he spun around wide away from the remaining three shots that fizzed on the duracrete where he had been standing. The trainer looked on, the corners of his lips curling slightly upward as he watched his teaching come to fruition.
"Much improved, young Ty. Though work on minimizing your movements. It makes no difference if a bolt misses you by two inches or two meters for the attacker, but as far as your energy expenditure it makes a significant difference. In a prolonged fight, every ounce of energy must not be wasted in order to keep yourself alive. You only need to move just enough to avoid being hit. Every movement must have a purpose toward your end goal. But that lesson we'll expound on as you get a little older. Why don't you go and join the rest of your class for the afternoon meal."
The Cerean boy paid apt attention as the Jedi spoke and bowed reverently, as he replied, "Thank you for your insightful teachings Master." He straightened up and trotted off toward the dining area to join his fellow students.
Hopefully I stated it a little better this time. Thanks again for the input. 