Post by Jace on Jan 2, 2011 8:25:48 GMT -5
“A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, you can't see something that's above you.”
-C.S Lewis
-C.S Lewis
Name:Tevash 'Tev'
Race:Togorian
Age:15
Height:6'5
Weight:200 pounds
Appearance:
Tevash has a rare appearance among Togorians not because his fur is white, but because it is purely white with no stripes. He is tall, even by Togorian standards, at least for his current age. Tevash has vibrant light blue eyes which alongside his white fur make for a stunning combination. His training both in his village and as a Jedi have granted him quite an impressive figure. A figure which he is quite proud of and makes sure everyone else is aware of. His white fur and sturdy build gives him somewhat of a regal appearance, and as such he is considered rather handsome, another fact which he makes sure no one forgets. Tevash wears the standard padawan robe, the only difference is that he tore the sleeves off because they were too restrictive.
Personality:
Proud. Eager. Reckless. Dangerous. These are all words which aptly describe Tevash.
The Togorian has never really been considered much of a thinker. Tevash is not unlike many young Jedi who believe the Force is granted to them because they are special. He tends to be quite courageous to the point of idiocy. His rash behavior makes him somewhat of a handful. Though he is still young, Tevash has yet to really learn any form of humility. His pride is easily his biggest weakness, a weakness which might relegate his future to the agricorps.
Tevash isn't a bad person, but he is having a great deal of trouble accepting the Jedi ways. He is always so ready to jump in and help someone out that he doesn't consider the possible consequences of his actions. In combat or training, the Togorian displays a fiery attitude but otherwise tends to be rather whimsical. He isn't entirely unlikable;his brash demeanor often aids his charismatic persona, but he is also seen by many others as narcissistic or selfish which also isn't entirely wrong.
Birth place:Togoria
Faction:Jedi
Rank:Padawan
Bio:
A Moving Start
Tevash was born in a small village in the rolling plains of Togoria. He was one of many to be born in that year, but the only one with pure white fur. The village elders couldn't decide if this was a good sign or a bad one. Never before had they heard of such a thing and were rather curious to see how the young Togorian would develop. Thus Tevash became the focus of attention among those in the village where he stayed until he was five.
His early years in the village were marked with the development of his defining characteristics. Tevash didn't seem to be showing any measure of above average intelligence but he was bigger than most of the others his age. Since the Togorians from his village were primarily hunters, this was seen as an excellent sign. One can imagine then how proud his father was when he returned to the village to find his son in such condition.
There was no more need for him to live in the village anymore, at least that was what his father told him. Tevash would now need to learn how to hunt to support himself and eventually his family. After being told time and time again how talented and special he was, the young Togorian was ready to meet any challenge. He was the pride of his village, failure wasn't an option in his mind. After all, stubbornness was the Togorian's defining trait.
Hunting suited Tevash quite well, much to the delight of his father. His life was pretty simple since he had left the village, mostly training and hunting. Things became a little more complicated when they were ambushed by Togorians for another village. They were more akin to a gang but even with his father's talent they were sorely outnumbered. In a truly naive fashion, Tevash charged forward and got unceremoniously batted aside. Even as he struggled to get to his feet, he could hear the pained roars of his father which tore at his heart.
Then before Tevash could charge to his death, another figure appeared. The figure was a blur of motion, Tevash's eyes struggled to keep up. All he could make out is that one by one those who had attacked him and his father fell to the ground. The awe quickly wore off as the young Togorian remembered his father and quickly scrambled to his side. He was injured rather badly but the cloaked figure knelt over him and through ways Tevash couldn't understand, but felt, healed his father.
A few tense minutes later, the figure removed his hood and introduced himself as Master Raynar, a Jedi of the Republic. He wore a casual smile and explained that Tevash's father would be alright. The Jedi continued to explain that he been searching for the young Togorian for days, though Tevash could not understand why. He had only heard rumors about the Jedi, and their strength. Suddenly Raynar asked Tevash if he wished to become a Jedi. This caught his father off guard but the older Togorian could see the gleam in his son's eyes, the want for something greater. Rather reluctantly but with an ungrudging heart, his father let his son be taken from him at the age of six.
Uhh Can You Repeat That Please?
Coruscant and the Jedi Temple were absolutely jaw dropping for the young Togorian who had grown up in a village. He could barely comprehend the scale of the city and that of the Temple, the place where he was to train and live. Every step Tevash took made him more excited about the prospect of becoming a Jedi. He would soon learn though that things would not be so easy as he originally believed.
The first thing he had to do was learn basic, which proved difficult enough as it was. As time progressed he gained a better grasp of the language, the same couldn't be said of his use of the Force. Tevash struggled in many of the basic tests of Telekinesis and Telepathy. He had suddenly gone from being a promising hunter to a lackluster student, and he didn't like it. The Togorian continued to push on but never really grasped the ability to manipulate the Force at a higher level.
Tevash was not totally without skills though as he soon learned during combat training. His ability to wield a lightsaber seemed to be better than average along with his unarmed skills. Of course at the early ages before techniques are properly mastered, victory was usually decided either by who was stronger or faster. Tevash was fast for a being his size, and as such had a considerable advantage. As the training moved on though, technique became more important and victory did not come so easily but neither did losing come often.
Eventually as the years passed, the Togorian showed an aptitude for another application of the Force, it was healing oddly enough. Tevash's confidence in becoming a Jedi began to grow daily much to the chagrin of his teachers. They could see that the Togorian was quite proud which could possibly lead him down a dangerous path. He was assigned to attend more classes on the philosophy of the Force and other more academic focuses. Tevash wasn't exactly the brightest crystal in Ilum and so the lessons didn't really do much for him. His teachers began to seriously worry about his future believed that if he didn't find a master soon, his future may well rest in the Corps.
A Grudging Partnership
Even though he was closing in the maximum age to become a Padawan, Tevash was confident he would be chosen. He entered one of the Youngling tournaments for which many potential masters attend. He advanced round after round in the lightsaber tournament, grinning with foolish pride at each victory. The Togorian was so sure that masters would be lining up to take him in after he won the tournament. Instead he found himself sulking by himself as others who had lost to him were picked.
His apparent salvation came in the form of a young Ithorian knight. He expressed his wish to become Tevash's master and train the young Togorian. The Ithorian didn't look all that imposing to the youngling but he didn't have much of a choice. Thus somewhat hesitantly he accepted but he had a feeling their partnership would not last long.
The pair did not have a very smooth start to say the least. The Ithorian was more focused on the applications of the Force rather than lightsaber combat. Tevash was not very happy with this current arrangement and made his displeasure clear. The Ithorian was a patient man and continued on with his lessons. All the Togorian could do was bear with it and hope the training would change. It never did, and the final straw came only two years after his ascendancy to Padawan.
I Told You So
The pair had been assigned to their first mission which was on Coruscant itself. A tip had come to the Jedi which gave the location of a kidnapped girl. Thus master and padawan were sent to retrieve the girl. They found her in a warehouse in one of the lower levels of Coruscant, belonging to a local gang. Tevash couldn't sense that many people inside and wanted to rush in head on believing they were more than enough to take them. His master advocated patience and with a plan, everything would be dealt with in a simple manner.
Everything would have been simple, but Tevash was there and a scream from the girl was all he needed to complicate things. The Togorian burst through the door and tackled the first guard at full speed. He didn't even bother to take out his lightsaber as he leaped towards the second guard and practically tore his face off with his claws. It all seemed to be going fine right up until Tevash got a blaster bolt square in his right shoulder. He hit the ground in agony but not before realizing what an idiot he had been.
Tevash woke hours later at the Temple infirmary at the pain in his right shoulder. Everything that happened came flooding back to him, adding insult to injury. He was soon visited by another master who explained what had happened to him after he had lost consciousness. His master had managed to defeat the rest of the kidnappers but not before sustaining mortal wounds to which he succumbed. The Ithorian had managed to save the girl and Tevash's life before he did. The Togorian was assaulted by a variety of emotions, unsure how to take the news.
The one thing he was sure of was that if he didn't find a master soon, his dream of becoming a Jedi would be lost
Lightsaber:Training Saber
Color:Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho-3
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So-1
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic:1
Telepathic:1
Body:3
Sense:3
Protection:2
Healing:4
Destruction:0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength:6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons:2
Ranged Weapons:2
Force Attunement:+3
RP Sample:
Tevash stalked through the hallway of the Jedi Temple. His steps which were usually full of confidence now held a hint of doubt. It wasn't because of the ache in his right shoulder either, well at least not directly related to that. The Togorian couldn't seem to get the incident of the warehouse out of his mind. He hadn't been this bothered by anything since, well since never. It was an infuriating feeling and he wanted to get rid of it.
"Hey Tev!You alright?I heard you were injured" came a voice in front of him
The Togorian had to stop where he stood otherwise he would have run the smaller man over. He looked down to see a human about his age in padawan robes. They had been in the same batch of younglings and Tevash watched in surprise as the other padawan took a step back. It was then he realized that he was bearing his teeth slightly and took a step back. He had been so irritating that he looked like he was about to tear someone's throat out.
"I'm fine" was the terse response that was more akin to a growl
Before the other padawan could say anything else, he began to walk away. He wasn't exactly in the mood to talk and if their conversation had continued he would have said something really rude. Tev had made a decent amount of friends among his batch of younglings, most of whom had found masters. The Togorian felt jealousy creep up inside of him, he tried to suppress it, but failed rather miserably.
How come I couldn't find a cool master? brooded Tevash to himself
He hadn't joined the Jedi Order so he could sit and make plans. Tevash joined the Order to help people, and the best way he knew how to was with his own hands. Why couldn't anyone understand that! exclaimed the Togorian in his head, almost yelling it out loud. Tevash brooded all the way back to his hallway and to his room, sure that he had done the right thing back at the warehouse.
