Post by Jerek on Aug 24, 2008 19:47:11 GMT -5
Name: Jerek Kahn
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 6'
Weight: 157.5 lbs
Appearance:
Jerek's dark yellow eyes stand out in contrast to his olive-colored skin and his untidy dark hair. His angular features have given him high cheek bones, a sharp nose, and a pointed chin, causing him to have very feminine features. His thick dark eyebrows save his face from looking completely feminine. His eyelashes, however, are long and dark. He has a set of fleshy lips set against his sharp features. His slim and muscular frame contrast with his feminine facial features just enough to make him unique, but not oddly proportioned. In a lot of ways, Jerek resembles a Native American.
Jerek wears a black long-sleeved tunic made of a thin material with a thick leather belt. Along with his shirt, Jerek wears plain black pants tucked into black leather boots that reach up most of his shin. Over his robes, Jerek usually wears a tattered, blood-red cloak. Coming from the desert world of Tatooine and having his clothing made of a thin material, Jerek can go in all of this black clothing without getting overheated very easily. If he is on a desert-like world or a world of extreme heat, he uses his red cloak to reflect most of the heat away from him.
Robes: i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff9/nacron/Sith_Lord_by_overdrivezeroo_zpsdb9897b3.jpg
Personality: Cruel; a word that can be used to describe most Dark Side practitioners. Jerek is not above being described by this word. He could kill another living being and not suffer from any sort of remorse. His conscience was killed long ago in the deserts of Tatooine. He will strike out without warning if he knows it will give him an advantage, but that does not mean he is completely without some sense of honor. Jerek has respect for battle, mainly because he was raised being trained in some form of combat. He feels most alive when fighting, so he never passes up the chance to meet an opponent in battle, but he’s smart enough to not challenge anyone he believes to be stronger than him, but it's a difficult thing for Jerek to put his pride down and truly believe anyone is stronger than him. Jerek collects trophies after a victory. If he defeats s Force User, he takes the heart of their, the lightsaber's crystal. If he defeats a Mercenary or Bounty Hunter, he keeps their helmet or mask, etc.
Jerek, like any other Dark Side user, taps into his negative emotions to become stronger in combat. He will become overwhelmed with his anger and pain at times and go on a rampage, so he's usually careful when tapping into his emotions for battle support. To top it all off, Jerek is a cynic, not truly trusting anyone or believing in any kind of good in people. He views everyone, aliens and humans alike, as despicable things constantly cutting each other's throats and stabbing one another in the back. He isn't above these acts himself, though.
He knows he's an awful, black-hearted, cynical wound upon the galaxy, but he doesn't care. He actually revels in it as well as other's pain and death. It's almost as if they follow him about the galaxy and hang about him in a cloak of dark energy. He's cold and conniving to the point where he'd leave almost anyone to their death if it meant his life would be saved. The only way he wouldn't leave someone to save himself is if he saw value in their life.
Birth place: Tatooine
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Assassin
Lightsaber: Curved-hilt, Dual-phase
Color: Dark Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 3
Soresu: 2
Ataru: N/A
Shien/Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: Force Horror, Force Concealment, Force Whirlwind, Mind Twist
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 7
Body: 3
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 0
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 7
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
RP Sample: A land-to-air rocket from the Mercenary's launcher came flying out of the barrel of the weapon and hit the frigate's engine. The rocket exploded upon impact and blew the engine away, as if it had never been on the ship in the first place. Pieces of it flew from the air like meteors, except sharper. One of the pieces landed in front of the Mercenary. He wore a smile behind the mask he was wearing, which was a copper color and reached up just under his eyes and up to his temples on the sides. It covered just enough of his face so that you couldn't tell who he was and was shaped like the part of his face that was covered; not his though.
Inside the ship, the pilot was cursing loudly. He flicked his large yellow eyes over the controls, reading the reports scrolling across the screen. One said something about losing the bulk of his engine, another said something about the explosion from the engine damaging something else, and the list continue just like that. Jerek reached out with the Force and sensed the man who was the cause for his ship going down. With a face scrunched up from anger and the thirst for blood, Jerek jumped up form his seat and sprinted towards the exit ramp, enhancing his speed through the Force. He slammed his fist to the red button placed on the wall next to the exit.
With a groan of metal against metal, the door raised up and the ramp extended downward. Jerek could see the scene of the city rushing past him. As his ship barely passed over the roof of a building, Jerek jumped. He landed on the building and rolled to prevent damage, as well as cocooned himself in the Force. He got to his feet in time to watch his ship crash into the building next to the one he landed on. He turned away from the wreckage of his ship to see a man with half his face covered in a copper-colored mask. He was wearing gray armor and was holding a rifle in front of him, aimed at Jerek's chest.
"You're coming with me," was all he had to say to Jerek.
Jerek looked from the gun to the mercenary, then jumped and rolled to the left. As he did, he heard the man shoot once. Instead of laser round coming out of the rifle, a burst of slugs did. A few of them caught Jerek's cloak and ripped through them. The rest hit the roof of the building and left craters bigger than the slugs themselves. As he landed on his feet, Jerek threw his cloak off and brought his lightsaber up from his belt and ignited the dark yellow blade with a snap and a hiss. Then, he charged at the masked mercenary, screaming like a Krayt Dragon defending its den on Tatooine.
Jerek was a whirlwind of yellow as he neared his attacker. The attacker grew wide-eyed for a moment, then jumped back from Jerek's attacks. As he did, he threw his rifle up into the attack. Jerek's lightsaber sliced through the rifle and left it smoldering and melted on the ground. There was another snap-hiss on the roof as the mercenary brought up an orange-bladed lightsaber from his belt. Jerek curled his lips into an amused smile at the Dark Jedi.
"So he sent another of you to slaughter..."
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 6'
Weight: 157.5 lbs
Appearance:
Jerek's dark yellow eyes stand out in contrast to his olive-colored skin and his untidy dark hair. His angular features have given him high cheek bones, a sharp nose, and a pointed chin, causing him to have very feminine features. His thick dark eyebrows save his face from looking completely feminine. His eyelashes, however, are long and dark. He has a set of fleshy lips set against his sharp features. His slim and muscular frame contrast with his feminine facial features just enough to make him unique, but not oddly proportioned. In a lot of ways, Jerek resembles a Native American.
Jerek wears a black long-sleeved tunic made of a thin material with a thick leather belt. Along with his shirt, Jerek wears plain black pants tucked into black leather boots that reach up most of his shin. Over his robes, Jerek usually wears a tattered, blood-red cloak. Coming from the desert world of Tatooine and having his clothing made of a thin material, Jerek can go in all of this black clothing without getting overheated very easily. If he is on a desert-like world or a world of extreme heat, he uses his red cloak to reflect most of the heat away from him.
Robes: i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff9/nacron/Sith_Lord_by_overdrivezeroo_zpsdb9897b3.jpg
Personality: Cruel; a word that can be used to describe most Dark Side practitioners. Jerek is not above being described by this word. He could kill another living being and not suffer from any sort of remorse. His conscience was killed long ago in the deserts of Tatooine. He will strike out without warning if he knows it will give him an advantage, but that does not mean he is completely without some sense of honor. Jerek has respect for battle, mainly because he was raised being trained in some form of combat. He feels most alive when fighting, so he never passes up the chance to meet an opponent in battle, but he’s smart enough to not challenge anyone he believes to be stronger than him, but it's a difficult thing for Jerek to put his pride down and truly believe anyone is stronger than him. Jerek collects trophies after a victory. If he defeats s Force User, he takes the heart of their, the lightsaber's crystal. If he defeats a Mercenary or Bounty Hunter, he keeps their helmet or mask, etc.
Jerek, like any other Dark Side user, taps into his negative emotions to become stronger in combat. He will become overwhelmed with his anger and pain at times and go on a rampage, so he's usually careful when tapping into his emotions for battle support. To top it all off, Jerek is a cynic, not truly trusting anyone or believing in any kind of good in people. He views everyone, aliens and humans alike, as despicable things constantly cutting each other's throats and stabbing one another in the back. He isn't above these acts himself, though.
He knows he's an awful, black-hearted, cynical wound upon the galaxy, but he doesn't care. He actually revels in it as well as other's pain and death. It's almost as if they follow him about the galaxy and hang about him in a cloak of dark energy. He's cold and conniving to the point where he'd leave almost anyone to their death if it meant his life would be saved. The only way he wouldn't leave someone to save himself is if he saw value in their life.
Birth place: Tatooine
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Assassin
Lightsaber: Curved-hilt, Dual-phase
Color: Dark Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 3
Soresu: 2
Ataru: N/A
Shien/Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: Force Horror, Force Concealment, Force Whirlwind, Mind Twist
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 7
Body: 3
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 0
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 7
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
RP Sample: A land-to-air rocket from the Mercenary's launcher came flying out of the barrel of the weapon and hit the frigate's engine. The rocket exploded upon impact and blew the engine away, as if it had never been on the ship in the first place. Pieces of it flew from the air like meteors, except sharper. One of the pieces landed in front of the Mercenary. He wore a smile behind the mask he was wearing, which was a copper color and reached up just under his eyes and up to his temples on the sides. It covered just enough of his face so that you couldn't tell who he was and was shaped like the part of his face that was covered; not his though.
Inside the ship, the pilot was cursing loudly. He flicked his large yellow eyes over the controls, reading the reports scrolling across the screen. One said something about losing the bulk of his engine, another said something about the explosion from the engine damaging something else, and the list continue just like that. Jerek reached out with the Force and sensed the man who was the cause for his ship going down. With a face scrunched up from anger and the thirst for blood, Jerek jumped up form his seat and sprinted towards the exit ramp, enhancing his speed through the Force. He slammed his fist to the red button placed on the wall next to the exit.
With a groan of metal against metal, the door raised up and the ramp extended downward. Jerek could see the scene of the city rushing past him. As his ship barely passed over the roof of a building, Jerek jumped. He landed on the building and rolled to prevent damage, as well as cocooned himself in the Force. He got to his feet in time to watch his ship crash into the building next to the one he landed on. He turned away from the wreckage of his ship to see a man with half his face covered in a copper-colored mask. He was wearing gray armor and was holding a rifle in front of him, aimed at Jerek's chest.
"You're coming with me," was all he had to say to Jerek.
Jerek looked from the gun to the mercenary, then jumped and rolled to the left. As he did, he heard the man shoot once. Instead of laser round coming out of the rifle, a burst of slugs did. A few of them caught Jerek's cloak and ripped through them. The rest hit the roof of the building and left craters bigger than the slugs themselves. As he landed on his feet, Jerek threw his cloak off and brought his lightsaber up from his belt and ignited the dark yellow blade with a snap and a hiss. Then, he charged at the masked mercenary, screaming like a Krayt Dragon defending its den on Tatooine.
Jerek was a whirlwind of yellow as he neared his attacker. The attacker grew wide-eyed for a moment, then jumped back from Jerek's attacks. As he did, he threw his rifle up into the attack. Jerek's lightsaber sliced through the rifle and left it smoldering and melted on the ground. There was another snap-hiss on the roof as the mercenary brought up an orange-bladed lightsaber from his belt. Jerek curled his lips into an amused smile at the Dark Jedi.
"So he sent another of you to slaughter..."
