Post by philmccracken on Dec 15, 2012 19:42:20 GMT -5
Name: Tirum Daswind
Race:
Age:19
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 160 lbs.
Appearance:
Tirun is a young male human, who developed physically early on in his age, but his features slowed later in his life, giving him an appearance of someone younger than his age. He is the first of two twins, and the only son to Alicia Daswind. His hair was long for a boy, and of a silver color which is due to a mutation that went through most males in the family, which went went in contrast to his onyx eyes.
Tirun wore the traditional robes of a Jedi. His cloak was a chocolate brown, which the sleeves were cut short to allow for improved speed and maneuverability in combat. Under the cloak is the beige tunic, which had a sling on the left side for his Shoto, when ignited glowed a veridian green.
Personality:
Tirun has a very gentle tendency, to which he holds all living things in a very dear light. He had been raised to believe that all things were connected, and should anything go wrong with one being, it will affect all others. To that extent, he would give his own life in an attempt to save another, no matter how much evil it had committed or how much pain it deserved.
Tirun was also very meek and quiet, despite how aggressive he would be in combat. He could bring on a face and expression
to appear otherwise, but a ruse that was uncommon to him. His sister, when he had known her before she had left the Order to
pursue her own interests, was for the reason to his shyness. She always had been the loud mouth and talked for him, no matter how
their opinions differentiated.
Birth place: Tarisian Resettlement Area
Faction:Jedi Order
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: Single Phase Shoto
Color: Veridian
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: 1
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 1
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: 3
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 5
Protection: 3
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Early Life:
Three hundred years after the destruction of Taris during the Jedi Civil War, the Republic took on the task of recolonizing the planet. The Daswind family were among the first humans to take apart in the settlement program. The family were well known land owners, and their farms had produced food for a large part of their village. After nearly three months of settlement, Alicia Daswind, wife of Derus Daswind, had given birth to a baby boy and a baby girl. Due to the only recent development of civilized life on Taris in three hundred years, no hospitals were available outside of military bases of the Republic. No testing had taken place for Force sensitivity, so they slipped by the screening to be taken home.
After three years, the young boy who had been named Tirun, had already developed physically beyond his age. He could walk, run, and jump. Everyday, when he went out to play, the boy ran into an older man who always seemed to wear the same type of clothing, a boring brown cloak over a beige tunic. Tirun loved to show off to the older people, and always loving to be the center of attention. On one day, during his show for the curious man, he fell and scraped his knee on a rock. The man cleaned it with a small rag, which was the last time he saw the man for a long period of time.
Introduction to the Order:
It was nearly two weeks since young Tirun had last seen the cloaked male. Tirun was not truly moved by his leave, but was excited to see the man who used to watch him return and visit him. The old man sat down with his parents to talk without him in the room, but he knew things were about to change for him. After a few hours of sitting in his room, waiting for his parents, they finally came to him. He was supposed to go on a trip for a while, or so they told him. The old man came in and took him by the hand, giving him a reassuring smile, he led Tirun to the military base to board a shuttle, with nothing but an extra set of clothes, and unable to say goodbye to his parents or sister.
During his trip to the unknown destination, he came down with a severe migraine. This pain was beyond anything that he had felt before and it had driven him to tears. The only feeling that had matched his pain was that of the loss of his sister. All that truly kept him going during his travel was that his sister was safe at home, his pain dulling over time to allow him to sleep the pain off. During his time awake on the transport craft, he would walk around curiously, never seeing planets from orbit or stars from so close before.
The travel to Taris took a week roughly, before they were in the Coruscant system. In excitement, young Tirun gazed in awe at the many lights on the surface of the city. As they moved into the atmosphere of the planet, his amazement increased at how tall the buildings could be. A city of metal that reached farther than the eye could see. So much technology had not been available to him at home. Their transport landed at the Jedi Temple, and his appointment to meet the Council was at hand.
The path of the Padawan:
It had been a nearly ten years since he had joined the order, and time was running out for him, before he was too old to go any farther in his journey to his goal to become a Jedi Guardian. Many potential masters had looked at him, but each of them had passed him over, in fear that his connection to his twin sister would provide too much trouble. It was only a matter of time before a master would approve of him, but his only concern was that it would come far too late.
Another week had gone by before a knight had come to him, to end his anticipation, take him on as her padawan. She was a twi'lek, green skinned, quiet, and almost as meek as himself. She saw the connection between he and his sister, who of which always seemed to find a way to get into trouble, as lesson and strength that he could build on, to make him stronger. His journey had been hard, but it was only beginning now, and he was not going to stop.
Grief:
Another two years passed, and at age fifteen, something he thought unbelievable had been achieved. Within the room of his sister, was blood upon the sheets, but no body was found. Suspecting his sister's death, and no longer able to feel a connection to her, he became stricken with grief. He kept to his room for a full month, not wishing to be disturbed. He meditated, read philosophical writings, and more than everything else, cried.
The loss of his sister was not the end to his suffering. His own master, of whom he enjoyed the previous two years with, had also fallen, but not in the same way as his sister. The dark side had corrupted her, and she left for Korriban. He was uncertain of where to go, and even considered leaving himself, before being confined to quarters by his superiors, incase any rash actions he thought of came to fruition.
Four years later:
It had been a long time since the death of his sister. His time was the same as when he had been a youngling. No more masters wished to go near him in fear of his rage at the loss of his sister would overwhelm him. He merely practiced alone, as the other padawans were afraid of him. He was no better than an outcast at this point, or so that is how he felt. Each day, his only goal was once again to have a master who would tolerate him, and that he might learn.
RP Sample:
The streets of Nar Shadda, a cesspool of inbreeding and crimes. He had heard stories of how diseased this planet could become, and how corrupt the people who ran the planet were. And it was not the government he thought of, it was the spice cartels. He walked through the market places with the hood drawn just above his cold silver eyes, allowing just enough room for sight.
With such large crowds, it was difficult to read the movements of the Force around him, to the point it was nearly overwhelming. To allow a while of stress, he turns into an supposedly deserted alley. It was deserted, other than the fact that someone was following him. In a near instant of being outside the sight from the street, a saber was already at his neck, and a body against his back.
After the the voice behind his ear had revealed their identity as his sister, he let out a quiet sigh to allow himself to relax, immediately trying to pull away from the girl, biting his lower lip. A relaxed voice brushed past his lips as he refused to look at her. "What is it that you want, Sora? You left the Order and now you harass me. The Council will not be pleased with me." As shy as he was, it was not high on his list to be interrogated by his superiors.
Race:
Age:19
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 160 lbs.
Appearance:
Tirun is a young male human, who developed physically early on in his age, but his features slowed later in his life, giving him an appearance of someone younger than his age. He is the first of two twins, and the only son to Alicia Daswind. His hair was long for a boy, and of a silver color which is due to a mutation that went through most males in the family, which went went in contrast to his onyx eyes.
Tirun wore the traditional robes of a Jedi. His cloak was a chocolate brown, which the sleeves were cut short to allow for improved speed and maneuverability in combat. Under the cloak is the beige tunic, which had a sling on the left side for his Shoto, when ignited glowed a veridian green.
Personality:
Tirun has a very gentle tendency, to which he holds all living things in a very dear light. He had been raised to believe that all things were connected, and should anything go wrong with one being, it will affect all others. To that extent, he would give his own life in an attempt to save another, no matter how much evil it had committed or how much pain it deserved.
Tirun was also very meek and quiet, despite how aggressive he would be in combat. He could bring on a face and expression
to appear otherwise, but a ruse that was uncommon to him. His sister, when he had known her before she had left the Order to
pursue her own interests, was for the reason to his shyness. She always had been the loud mouth and talked for him, no matter how
their opinions differentiated.
Birth place: Tarisian Resettlement Area
Faction:Jedi Order
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: Single Phase Shoto
Color: Veridian
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: 1
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 1
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: 3
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 5
Protection: 3
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Early Life:
Three hundred years after the destruction of Taris during the Jedi Civil War, the Republic took on the task of recolonizing the planet. The Daswind family were among the first humans to take apart in the settlement program. The family were well known land owners, and their farms had produced food for a large part of their village. After nearly three months of settlement, Alicia Daswind, wife of Derus Daswind, had given birth to a baby boy and a baby girl. Due to the only recent development of civilized life on Taris in three hundred years, no hospitals were available outside of military bases of the Republic. No testing had taken place for Force sensitivity, so they slipped by the screening to be taken home.
After three years, the young boy who had been named Tirun, had already developed physically beyond his age. He could walk, run, and jump. Everyday, when he went out to play, the boy ran into an older man who always seemed to wear the same type of clothing, a boring brown cloak over a beige tunic. Tirun loved to show off to the older people, and always loving to be the center of attention. On one day, during his show for the curious man, he fell and scraped his knee on a rock. The man cleaned it with a small rag, which was the last time he saw the man for a long period of time.
Introduction to the Order:
It was nearly two weeks since young Tirun had last seen the cloaked male. Tirun was not truly moved by his leave, but was excited to see the man who used to watch him return and visit him. The old man sat down with his parents to talk without him in the room, but he knew things were about to change for him. After a few hours of sitting in his room, waiting for his parents, they finally came to him. He was supposed to go on a trip for a while, or so they told him. The old man came in and took him by the hand, giving him a reassuring smile, he led Tirun to the military base to board a shuttle, with nothing but an extra set of clothes, and unable to say goodbye to his parents or sister.
During his trip to the unknown destination, he came down with a severe migraine. This pain was beyond anything that he had felt before and it had driven him to tears. The only feeling that had matched his pain was that of the loss of his sister. All that truly kept him going during his travel was that his sister was safe at home, his pain dulling over time to allow him to sleep the pain off. During his time awake on the transport craft, he would walk around curiously, never seeing planets from orbit or stars from so close before.
The travel to Taris took a week roughly, before they were in the Coruscant system. In excitement, young Tirun gazed in awe at the many lights on the surface of the city. As they moved into the atmosphere of the planet, his amazement increased at how tall the buildings could be. A city of metal that reached farther than the eye could see. So much technology had not been available to him at home. Their transport landed at the Jedi Temple, and his appointment to meet the Council was at hand.
The path of the Padawan:
It had been a nearly ten years since he had joined the order, and time was running out for him, before he was too old to go any farther in his journey to his goal to become a Jedi Guardian. Many potential masters had looked at him, but each of them had passed him over, in fear that his connection to his twin sister would provide too much trouble. It was only a matter of time before a master would approve of him, but his only concern was that it would come far too late.
Another week had gone by before a knight had come to him, to end his anticipation, take him on as her padawan. She was a twi'lek, green skinned, quiet, and almost as meek as himself. She saw the connection between he and his sister, who of which always seemed to find a way to get into trouble, as lesson and strength that he could build on, to make him stronger. His journey had been hard, but it was only beginning now, and he was not going to stop.
Grief:
Another two years passed, and at age fifteen, something he thought unbelievable had been achieved. Within the room of his sister, was blood upon the sheets, but no body was found. Suspecting his sister's death, and no longer able to feel a connection to her, he became stricken with grief. He kept to his room for a full month, not wishing to be disturbed. He meditated, read philosophical writings, and more than everything else, cried.
The loss of his sister was not the end to his suffering. His own master, of whom he enjoyed the previous two years with, had also fallen, but not in the same way as his sister. The dark side had corrupted her, and she left for Korriban. He was uncertain of where to go, and even considered leaving himself, before being confined to quarters by his superiors, incase any rash actions he thought of came to fruition.
Four years later:
It had been a long time since the death of his sister. His time was the same as when he had been a youngling. No more masters wished to go near him in fear of his rage at the loss of his sister would overwhelm him. He merely practiced alone, as the other padawans were afraid of him. He was no better than an outcast at this point, or so that is how he felt. Each day, his only goal was once again to have a master who would tolerate him, and that he might learn.
RP Sample:
The streets of Nar Shadda, a cesspool of inbreeding and crimes. He had heard stories of how diseased this planet could become, and how corrupt the people who ran the planet were. And it was not the government he thought of, it was the spice cartels. He walked through the market places with the hood drawn just above his cold silver eyes, allowing just enough room for sight.
With such large crowds, it was difficult to read the movements of the Force around him, to the point it was nearly overwhelming. To allow a while of stress, he turns into an supposedly deserted alley. It was deserted, other than the fact that someone was following him. In a near instant of being outside the sight from the street, a saber was already at his neck, and a body against his back.
After the the voice behind his ear had revealed their identity as his sister, he let out a quiet sigh to allow himself to relax, immediately trying to pull away from the girl, biting his lower lip. A relaxed voice brushed past his lips as he refused to look at her. "What is it that you want, Sora? You left the Order and now you harass me. The Council will not be pleased with me." As shy as he was, it was not high on his list to be interrogated by his superiors.
