Post by Jenno on May 9, 2012 11:44:14 GMT -5
Note: When it comes to stats, please do not comment on them. This is just a vague idea for where I want to take him; I’ll be talking with Kella at a later date to set up some definitive points. Also, appearance and personality will be blank until I’ve completed the bio as by that point I’ll have a better understanding of how Darius will be.
Name: Darius Varlem
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 182 lbs
Appearance:
Personality:
Birth place: Capital City, Coruscant
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Knight – Force Warrior
Bio:
Born to a wealthy and respected family upon the planet of Coruscant, Darius was part of a four-child family. However, when his blood tests flagged as an interest for the Jedi, a request was sent to the family that they might allow the child to become part of the Jedi Order. Given that the Varlem family was already of a decent size and that Darla and Kelden Varlem still had a number of years to produce offspring if they wished, they saw the potential for much prestige in the fact that one of their children would be part of the selective Jedi Order.
Darius, like most of the Jedi, could not remember his parents or his blood-brothers and sisters. The only family he would come to know would be that of the Jedi, and those of his clan. He was a shy boy at first, not sure of how to approach the other members of his clan in order to befriend them. There were many members who were taught with him, but only four of his peers were to become close enough for him to consider them family.
It was a young gaunt figure who first approached him. He had seen the umbaran during their lessons and had always been scared of that gaze of hers. It looked as though her eyes could pierce anything. But her smile was warm, and her words kind. She introduced herself to him as Meera Laflur and asked if he would join her and a few others whilst they ate. At first Darius was uncertain, but his lack of any friends drove him to nervously accept Meera’s invitation.
As he joined the table, Meera introduced him to the others who were sat there. There was Aado Korla, an ithorian boy who said very little to him, Noma Eylsab, a nautolan girl with the sweetest smile, and Jacob Yulen, a human male who enjoyed making them all laugh. He was quite tentative around the group at first, Meera would often encourage him to become involved in the conversations, and gradually, he began to do so.
Soon he was with the group more often and talking more frequently. He hadn’t even realised that he was now one of them. Through their years as younglings they all grew together, helping one another with their studies and their practices. Meera liked to make sure that there was no issues between any of the group, and her general positive attitude encouraged them to be the same.
But as they learned, Darius became increasingly aware of how lacking he was in comparison to the others amongst the group, and amongst his clan. He struggled with a lot of the lessons involving numbers and history, especially philosophy. When it came to Force practices, he was reasonably adequate, but he didn’t stand out like Meera and Jacob did. And when they were given their training sabers, Darius was once again exposed to his weaknesses. After they had studied and practiced the basics, their instructor started having them spar one another. Noma was quite deadly with her blade, but even she couldn’t compare to Aado’s skill, he quickly became known for his ability in lightsaber and unarmed combat, there was no one in the clan who could stand up to him.
But Darius had nothing, he didn’t shine like his friends, he didn’t excel, he felt as though he was a letdown to them. Before he had chance to sink too deeply into such a belief, Meera quickly caught wind of his down-hearted attitude and wouldn’t let him slip into such a state of mind. Darius didn’t know how she did it, but Meera managed to convince Aado to spar with him outside of lessons in order to help him improve. At the same time, she personally would help him try and get better in the areas of the Force he struggled with, whilst Noma and Jacob helped with his general studies.
Part of his mind made him feel like he was simply dragging the others down. But Meera made sure he thought otherwise, she constantly supported him and encouraged him, and so Darius decided that he wouldn’t let her down, and he wouldn’t let his friends down. He would become a great Jedi with them.
But despite his effort, there was one area in which support for him wasn’t as great as it was in others. Aado, whilst much more skilled than any of their clan with the lightsaber, would always beat Darius down with a fair amount of simplicity. He was unrelenting; the ithorian would simply tell him to stop complaining and to come at him again, or to block faster. Darius was gradually improving (when it came to only using their training sabers, he could usually beat Meera and could sometimes give Jacob a good challenge). But still Aado didn’t acknowledge his development, treating him exactly the same. Darius’ blood slowly began to boil, and he swore that he would eventually beat the ithorian, who seemed confident in his ability to overcome Darius’ challenge.
As he started to better his studies thanks to the help of Noma and Jacob, he turned his attention more to becoming stronger with the Force. Their instructor said that the Force was essential to lightsaber combat, and the more proficiently someone could merge the two, the better they would be. And so Darius knew how he’d finally beat Aado, he would continue to ask for Meera’s help until he could use the Force to help him in his fights. Then he would just have to become faster and stronger and improve his technique. He knew the path and he was determined to make Aado acknowledge him.
As he pushed himself further and further, they were all soon faced with the approaching deadline for the next step of their training. Their instructor first talked to them about it when they all turned ten, how that if they hadn’t been chosen by a master or assigned to one by their 13th birthday, that they would join one of the corps to help the Jedi and Republic in other areas. They didn’t feel the threat of this deadline until later in their lives.
A few months before turning twelve, Meera was chosen as an apprentice. Then it hit them quite suddenly. She was upset that she would be leaving them, but she had been chosen, and that was a good thing. She apologised to them profusely before she left, but they couldn’t help but congratulate her. She wished them all the same fortune before she moved on to training with her new Jedi master.
As soon as Meera was gone, they could all feel the strain. They all wanted and needed to be chosen, it was what they had all worked towards. The next to be chosen was Jacob a few months later; he seemed more surprised about it than any of them. Once he had left, Darius noticed how Noma smiled less. But then again, they all seemed to smile less.
It was only a few months later that Noma was chosen, which wasn’t surprising, she was intelligent and strong. Whilst she wasn’t as skilled as Aado, she wasn’t as stuck-up about her strength as he was. Now Darius had only Aado left, and he wasn’t much of an emotional solace, more like a goal. There were others of their clan left, of course, but whilst Darius knew them, it wasn’t like it had been with the others.
All he could do from this point on was to push himself as hard as he could. With only a few months remaining until they would be moved onto the Corps, his clan was informed of a combat tournament they would be having. They knew what this meant, their last chance to prove themselves to any of the watching Jedi Knights and Masters. Even if Darius was not to be chosen, he declared to himself that he would at least beat Aado; otherwise he would be nothing more than a failure.
There was not a moment to be wasted. Strength, speed, technique, ability with the Force, every waking moment the small boy spent pushing beyond what he was, shaping himself into an adversary that could take down the powerful ithorian.
Eventually, the tournament arrived, a significant number of their clan was left, and apparently there were quite a number of Knights and Masters who would be selecting apprentices from this tournament. After observing the brackets, Darius worked out that he would fight against Aado in the quarter-finals, which meant there were three opponents he would have to beat first.
Each provided him with a challenge to overcome, his first opponent was much quicker, and he had to be careful not to give any major openings that his adversary could poke at. Darius’ determination eventually won through, however, as his opponent, constantly on the move in an attempt to open his guard, had started to tire. Once he started to slow, Darius launched at him and after knocking back his guard, landed a winning blow.
The next two opponents also required him to adapt, to think carefully about how he could beat them. He needed to if he was to face Aado. And he did, all the determination and training culminated in Darius’ vast improvement, able to overcome other members of his clan who had previously been much more skilled than he. When he came to the match against Aado, Darius was already sweating quite significantly, sparring was never easy and his robes, currently drenched, made his body feel ten times heavier. But he cleared the sweat from his forehead and gripped his training saber tightly as he looked at Aado. The ithorian rarely expressed anything but contempt, and right now he didn’t look as though he had already fought three other opponents.
As their match began, Darius pushed himself to his limits. All the training he had put himself through had been so that he could overcome Aado here, today. He threw all he could at the ithorian, giving everything he had with only the thought of victory in mind. It went well, he managed to push Aado back, which was a first, but before he could get too caught up in his success the ithorian began to match his pace and strength and then slowly began to move beyond that.
Their match was a long one; Darius would not allow himself to go down or to admit defeat, escaping many winning blows by mere whispers of air. But after a certain point it was obvious to all onlookers that the ithorian was going to win, no matter how persistent Darius was. When it happened, the young boy was brought down with a powerful blow from Aado. It knocked the breath out of him. He had failed.
After he had respectfully bowed to his opponent, he was taken to one of the waiting rooms and simply began to cry. He had failed them all, Meera, Jacob, Noma and even Aado. He was nothing compared to them, a sub-par Jedi and a sub-par friend. He knew that his dreams of becoming a Knight of the Order with his friends was now gone. There was nothing but the Corps for him now.
A tall robed figure entered the room and lowered his hood. Darius could see the gradually greying hair of an old Jedi, with a powerful jaw-line and hardened eyes. Grey whiskers jutted from above his lip and from his chin. His aging face looking even older as he frowned, eyes focused upon Darius. He told the boy to stop crying, that such a thing was not of the Jedi way. Darius tried to calm himself, resulting in sporadic sniffles instead of pouring waterfalls.
The Jedi asked him why he was so upset over losing to the ithorian. Darius explained that he had trained with Aado and some other friends of his for years; trying to make sure he could change from the weakling he was, into someone who could beat Aado. But now it felt like he was no different from back then. His eyes started to water again, it was a battle for the young boy to simply prevent them from flowing.
As Darius stood there, he could feel the Jedi’s gaze upon him, but he didn’t respond to Darius’ explanation. As the awkward feeling within him began to rise the Jedi spoke, telling Darius that he should meditate on the day’s events and that perhaps then he would see things differently. After that, he left the room. Darius returned to his tears.
But when he could cry no more, when the tears failed to change anything, he thought of the Jedi’s words and he meditated. He was in his trance for hours as he looked over the last years. Whilst he may not have been able to beat Aado, he certainly gave the ithorian the best match they’d ever shared, not to mention he’d overcome a number of youngling who had easily bested him in the past. He had changed from a weak coward to a determined and loyal friend.
He wasn’t a failure; he was simply on his path to become someone greater, and learning along the way. Later that evening Darius had heard that Aado had been swept up by a Jedi Master for training. And as he sat in his room, meditating, his instructor came knocking on his door, along with the Jedi from earlier that day. He was introduced as Jedi Master Markav Judao, and he had chosen Darius to be his apprentice.
Training under his master began a few days later. His life had made a sudden turn; he had been in complete despair, seeing only the negative future that awaited him, a life without the prospect of becoming a Jedi Knight. Now all of his anguish was almost forgotten after he had been taken on as a padawan learner. However, Darius couldn’t help but feel anxious as his days of rest came to an end. He didn’t know what to make of this new master, the man had never displayed a shred of emotion in their brief encounters, which put the young boy on edge.
He met Maser Judao in the temple’s training rooms for their first session together. As he stood before the man, Darius’ anxiety did not ease. The Jedi Master asked if Darius had any questions before they began and the newly appointed padawan could not help but nervously ask why he had been chosen. He was not at the top of his class and he hadn’t ranked very highly in the tournament.
Markav responded by telling Darius that during the tournament he had been able to sense the determination with which the boy fought, and that it seemed to be beyond the principle of simply becoming a Jedi or not. This was then confirmed when they had met after his defeat.
The Jedi Master then asked what conclusion Darius had come to after his meditation. The young boy, unsure of if what ‘right answer’ there was for the question, simply recalled that through the process of training and improving himself, he had become a better person, more dependent upon himself and also a much better and closer friend than he had been before.
Master Judao told Darius that the act of winning or losing was not what counted. Instead, the ability to meditate upon one’s self, to locate areas of weaknesses and to improve upon them was most important. He went on to say that this ability and process would be crucial if he was to succeed as the apprentice of a Force Warrior. At this point, Darius did not know what his master was talking about, and so it was explained to him that the Force Warriors were a small number of Jedi who helped to further the galaxy through their own enlightenment.
They were very few, and their key defining feature to those of an onlooker would be the fact that they did not use a lightsaber, but relied upon their body in order to fight. After this point, Master Judao made it clear to Darius that the Force Warriors seek to resolve conflict through means other than violence, but that should violence be unavoidable, they would not take a life.
As he absorbed all that his master had told him, Darius was quite perplexed at this information. He had not heard of the Force Warriors before, and to think that he was to train as one both excited and worried him. There was far more uncertainty ahead of him now. After their talk the two meditated together, and Master Judao once more expressed how crucial meditation was in the life of a Force Warrior.
After working on some meditation techniques to begin with, Darius’ training began in earnest. He found Master Judao to be much more fearful in appearance than he truly was. He had a habit of being blunt on occasion, but it was something that the young padawan gradually became used to.
They worked on improving his strength and his speed, improving his physical body, and always ending every session by meditation upon both the Force and their own actions and advancements within the day. As they moved onto the techniques of the Force Warrior, Master Judao also explained that many who walked the path of the Warrior would also learn and take in the teachings of other martial forms as they progressed in their lives, though at this stage it was important he grasp the basics of this initial form.
Darius found it quite a challenge to grasp the teachings of this unarmed form. As a youngling he and his class had been taught some basics for hand to hand fighting, but they had all been focusing on their studies, their use of the force or their ability with a lightsaber. He could quite easily say that no one from his clan trained to dedicate their lives to this kind of path.
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 3
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 5
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Force Deflection (Novice)
Force Valor (Practised)
Projected Fighting (Adept)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
RP Sample:
Name: Darius Varlem
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 182 lbs
Appearance:
Personality:
Birth place: Capital City, Coruscant
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Knight – Force Warrior
Bio:
-The Boy-
Born to a wealthy and respected family upon the planet of Coruscant, Darius was part of a four-child family. However, when his blood tests flagged as an interest for the Jedi, a request was sent to the family that they might allow the child to become part of the Jedi Order. Given that the Varlem family was already of a decent size and that Darla and Kelden Varlem still had a number of years to produce offspring if they wished, they saw the potential for much prestige in the fact that one of their children would be part of the selective Jedi Order.
Darius, like most of the Jedi, could not remember his parents or his blood-brothers and sisters. The only family he would come to know would be that of the Jedi, and those of his clan. He was a shy boy at first, not sure of how to approach the other members of his clan in order to befriend them. There were many members who were taught with him, but only four of his peers were to become close enough for him to consider them family.
It was a young gaunt figure who first approached him. He had seen the umbaran during their lessons and had always been scared of that gaze of hers. It looked as though her eyes could pierce anything. But her smile was warm, and her words kind. She introduced herself to him as Meera Laflur and asked if he would join her and a few others whilst they ate. At first Darius was uncertain, but his lack of any friends drove him to nervously accept Meera’s invitation.
As he joined the table, Meera introduced him to the others who were sat there. There was Aado Korla, an ithorian boy who said very little to him, Noma Eylsab, a nautolan girl with the sweetest smile, and Jacob Yulen, a human male who enjoyed making them all laugh. He was quite tentative around the group at first, Meera would often encourage him to become involved in the conversations, and gradually, he began to do so.
Soon he was with the group more often and talking more frequently. He hadn’t even realised that he was now one of them. Through their years as younglings they all grew together, helping one another with their studies and their practices. Meera liked to make sure that there was no issues between any of the group, and her general positive attitude encouraged them to be the same.
But as they learned, Darius became increasingly aware of how lacking he was in comparison to the others amongst the group, and amongst his clan. He struggled with a lot of the lessons involving numbers and history, especially philosophy. When it came to Force practices, he was reasonably adequate, but he didn’t stand out like Meera and Jacob did. And when they were given their training sabers, Darius was once again exposed to his weaknesses. After they had studied and practiced the basics, their instructor started having them spar one another. Noma was quite deadly with her blade, but even she couldn’t compare to Aado’s skill, he quickly became known for his ability in lightsaber and unarmed combat, there was no one in the clan who could stand up to him.
But Darius had nothing, he didn’t shine like his friends, he didn’t excel, he felt as though he was a letdown to them. Before he had chance to sink too deeply into such a belief, Meera quickly caught wind of his down-hearted attitude and wouldn’t let him slip into such a state of mind. Darius didn’t know how she did it, but Meera managed to convince Aado to spar with him outside of lessons in order to help him improve. At the same time, she personally would help him try and get better in the areas of the Force he struggled with, whilst Noma and Jacob helped with his general studies.
Part of his mind made him feel like he was simply dragging the others down. But Meera made sure he thought otherwise, she constantly supported him and encouraged him, and so Darius decided that he wouldn’t let her down, and he wouldn’t let his friends down. He would become a great Jedi with them.
But despite his effort, there was one area in which support for him wasn’t as great as it was in others. Aado, whilst much more skilled than any of their clan with the lightsaber, would always beat Darius down with a fair amount of simplicity. He was unrelenting; the ithorian would simply tell him to stop complaining and to come at him again, or to block faster. Darius was gradually improving (when it came to only using their training sabers, he could usually beat Meera and could sometimes give Jacob a good challenge). But still Aado didn’t acknowledge his development, treating him exactly the same. Darius’ blood slowly began to boil, and he swore that he would eventually beat the ithorian, who seemed confident in his ability to overcome Darius’ challenge.
As he started to better his studies thanks to the help of Noma and Jacob, he turned his attention more to becoming stronger with the Force. Their instructor said that the Force was essential to lightsaber combat, and the more proficiently someone could merge the two, the better they would be. And so Darius knew how he’d finally beat Aado, he would continue to ask for Meera’s help until he could use the Force to help him in his fights. Then he would just have to become faster and stronger and improve his technique. He knew the path and he was determined to make Aado acknowledge him.
As he pushed himself further and further, they were all soon faced with the approaching deadline for the next step of their training. Their instructor first talked to them about it when they all turned ten, how that if they hadn’t been chosen by a master or assigned to one by their 13th birthday, that they would join one of the corps to help the Jedi and Republic in other areas. They didn’t feel the threat of this deadline until later in their lives.
A few months before turning twelve, Meera was chosen as an apprentice. Then it hit them quite suddenly. She was upset that she would be leaving them, but she had been chosen, and that was a good thing. She apologised to them profusely before she left, but they couldn’t help but congratulate her. She wished them all the same fortune before she moved on to training with her new Jedi master.
As soon as Meera was gone, they could all feel the strain. They all wanted and needed to be chosen, it was what they had all worked towards. The next to be chosen was Jacob a few months later; he seemed more surprised about it than any of them. Once he had left, Darius noticed how Noma smiled less. But then again, they all seemed to smile less.
It was only a few months later that Noma was chosen, which wasn’t surprising, she was intelligent and strong. Whilst she wasn’t as skilled as Aado, she wasn’t as stuck-up about her strength as he was. Now Darius had only Aado left, and he wasn’t much of an emotional solace, more like a goal. There were others of their clan left, of course, but whilst Darius knew them, it wasn’t like it had been with the others.
All he could do from this point on was to push himself as hard as he could. With only a few months remaining until they would be moved onto the Corps, his clan was informed of a combat tournament they would be having. They knew what this meant, their last chance to prove themselves to any of the watching Jedi Knights and Masters. Even if Darius was not to be chosen, he declared to himself that he would at least beat Aado; otherwise he would be nothing more than a failure.
There was not a moment to be wasted. Strength, speed, technique, ability with the Force, every waking moment the small boy spent pushing beyond what he was, shaping himself into an adversary that could take down the powerful ithorian.
Eventually, the tournament arrived, a significant number of their clan was left, and apparently there were quite a number of Knights and Masters who would be selecting apprentices from this tournament. After observing the brackets, Darius worked out that he would fight against Aado in the quarter-finals, which meant there were three opponents he would have to beat first.
Each provided him with a challenge to overcome, his first opponent was much quicker, and he had to be careful not to give any major openings that his adversary could poke at. Darius’ determination eventually won through, however, as his opponent, constantly on the move in an attempt to open his guard, had started to tire. Once he started to slow, Darius launched at him and after knocking back his guard, landed a winning blow.
The next two opponents also required him to adapt, to think carefully about how he could beat them. He needed to if he was to face Aado. And he did, all the determination and training culminated in Darius’ vast improvement, able to overcome other members of his clan who had previously been much more skilled than he. When he came to the match against Aado, Darius was already sweating quite significantly, sparring was never easy and his robes, currently drenched, made his body feel ten times heavier. But he cleared the sweat from his forehead and gripped his training saber tightly as he looked at Aado. The ithorian rarely expressed anything but contempt, and right now he didn’t look as though he had already fought three other opponents.
As their match began, Darius pushed himself to his limits. All the training he had put himself through had been so that he could overcome Aado here, today. He threw all he could at the ithorian, giving everything he had with only the thought of victory in mind. It went well, he managed to push Aado back, which was a first, but before he could get too caught up in his success the ithorian began to match his pace and strength and then slowly began to move beyond that.
Their match was a long one; Darius would not allow himself to go down or to admit defeat, escaping many winning blows by mere whispers of air. But after a certain point it was obvious to all onlookers that the ithorian was going to win, no matter how persistent Darius was. When it happened, the young boy was brought down with a powerful blow from Aado. It knocked the breath out of him. He had failed.
After he had respectfully bowed to his opponent, he was taken to one of the waiting rooms and simply began to cry. He had failed them all, Meera, Jacob, Noma and even Aado. He was nothing compared to them, a sub-par Jedi and a sub-par friend. He knew that his dreams of becoming a Knight of the Order with his friends was now gone. There was nothing but the Corps for him now.
A tall robed figure entered the room and lowered his hood. Darius could see the gradually greying hair of an old Jedi, with a powerful jaw-line and hardened eyes. Grey whiskers jutted from above his lip and from his chin. His aging face looking even older as he frowned, eyes focused upon Darius. He told the boy to stop crying, that such a thing was not of the Jedi way. Darius tried to calm himself, resulting in sporadic sniffles instead of pouring waterfalls.
The Jedi asked him why he was so upset over losing to the ithorian. Darius explained that he had trained with Aado and some other friends of his for years; trying to make sure he could change from the weakling he was, into someone who could beat Aado. But now it felt like he was no different from back then. His eyes started to water again, it was a battle for the young boy to simply prevent them from flowing.
As Darius stood there, he could feel the Jedi’s gaze upon him, but he didn’t respond to Darius’ explanation. As the awkward feeling within him began to rise the Jedi spoke, telling Darius that he should meditate on the day’s events and that perhaps then he would see things differently. After that, he left the room. Darius returned to his tears.
But when he could cry no more, when the tears failed to change anything, he thought of the Jedi’s words and he meditated. He was in his trance for hours as he looked over the last years. Whilst he may not have been able to beat Aado, he certainly gave the ithorian the best match they’d ever shared, not to mention he’d overcome a number of youngling who had easily bested him in the past. He had changed from a weak coward to a determined and loyal friend.
He wasn’t a failure; he was simply on his path to become someone greater, and learning along the way. Later that evening Darius had heard that Aado had been swept up by a Jedi Master for training. And as he sat in his room, meditating, his instructor came knocking on his door, along with the Jedi from earlier that day. He was introduced as Jedi Master Markav Judao, and he had chosen Darius to be his apprentice.
-The Student-
Training under his master began a few days later. His life had made a sudden turn; he had been in complete despair, seeing only the negative future that awaited him, a life without the prospect of becoming a Jedi Knight. Now all of his anguish was almost forgotten after he had been taken on as a padawan learner. However, Darius couldn’t help but feel anxious as his days of rest came to an end. He didn’t know what to make of this new master, the man had never displayed a shred of emotion in their brief encounters, which put the young boy on edge.
He met Maser Judao in the temple’s training rooms for their first session together. As he stood before the man, Darius’ anxiety did not ease. The Jedi Master asked if Darius had any questions before they began and the newly appointed padawan could not help but nervously ask why he had been chosen. He was not at the top of his class and he hadn’t ranked very highly in the tournament.
Markav responded by telling Darius that during the tournament he had been able to sense the determination with which the boy fought, and that it seemed to be beyond the principle of simply becoming a Jedi or not. This was then confirmed when they had met after his defeat.
The Jedi Master then asked what conclusion Darius had come to after his meditation. The young boy, unsure of if what ‘right answer’ there was for the question, simply recalled that through the process of training and improving himself, he had become a better person, more dependent upon himself and also a much better and closer friend than he had been before.
Master Judao told Darius that the act of winning or losing was not what counted. Instead, the ability to meditate upon one’s self, to locate areas of weaknesses and to improve upon them was most important. He went on to say that this ability and process would be crucial if he was to succeed as the apprentice of a Force Warrior. At this point, Darius did not know what his master was talking about, and so it was explained to him that the Force Warriors were a small number of Jedi who helped to further the galaxy through their own enlightenment.
They were very few, and their key defining feature to those of an onlooker would be the fact that they did not use a lightsaber, but relied upon their body in order to fight. After this point, Master Judao made it clear to Darius that the Force Warriors seek to resolve conflict through means other than violence, but that should violence be unavoidable, they would not take a life.
As he absorbed all that his master had told him, Darius was quite perplexed at this information. He had not heard of the Force Warriors before, and to think that he was to train as one both excited and worried him. There was far more uncertainty ahead of him now. After their talk the two meditated together, and Master Judao once more expressed how crucial meditation was in the life of a Force Warrior.
After working on some meditation techniques to begin with, Darius’ training began in earnest. He found Master Judao to be much more fearful in appearance than he truly was. He had a habit of being blunt on occasion, but it was something that the young padawan gradually became used to.
They worked on improving his strength and his speed, improving his physical body, and always ending every session by meditation upon both the Force and their own actions and advancements within the day. As they moved onto the techniques of the Force Warrior, Master Judao also explained that many who walked the path of the Warrior would also learn and take in the teachings of other martial forms as they progressed in their lives, though at this stage it was important he grasp the basics of this initial form.
Darius found it quite a challenge to grasp the teachings of this unarmed form. As a youngling he and his class had been taught some basics for hand to hand fighting, but they had all been focusing on their studies, their use of the force or their ability with a lightsaber. He could quite easily say that no one from his clan trained to dedicate their lives to this kind of path.
-TBC-
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 3
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 5
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Force Deflection (Novice)
Force Valor (Practised)
Projected Fighting (Adept)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
RP Sample:
