Post by negativeblessing on Dec 20, 2012 15:12:22 GMT -5
Name: Ral'Rai Muvunc
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 102 lbs.
Appearance:
Personality: She is wary of people causing her to feel threatened around others causing her to react without thinking of the consequences. With everything she has been through she has developed a strong hatred for people and at times allows her anger to dictate her moods.
Birth place: Nar Shaddaa
Faction: Sith
Rank: Neophyte
Previous Faction: None
Previous Rank: Force Sensitive
Lightsaber: Single blade(Single-phase)
Color: Magenta
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: N/A
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4/10
Telepathic: 3/10
Body: 3/10
Sense: 4/10
Protection: 2/10
Healing: 1/10
Destruction: 4/10
Specialized Skills:
None Learned Yet
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2/10
Intelligence: 3/10
Speed: 6/10
Leadership: 1/10
Unarmed: 2/10
Melee Weapons: 5/10
Ranged Weapons: 1/10
Bio:
Birth-10:
Ral'Rai Muvunc was born to a slave family on the planet of Nar Shaddaa, known as the Smuggler's Moon, who were forced to work for a Hutt clan. Born to a family of 7 siblings she was the youngest in her family. Her life growing up was scarred with loss and sadness. She watched as her brothers and sister were either sold off to other Hutt clans, sold off for entertainment, or sent to assist with bounty hunters. As they left she never saw them again. She was beaten if she failed her Hutt masters and beatebn for thier pleasure. The more they beat her the more hatred she began to feel.
10-12:
As she matured and reached of age she was going to be sold off as entertainment to some off world business man. Fearing for her life and her dignity she rebelled against her oppressors only to have to been chained to the floor of the main chamber humiltated. She was forced to dance for the guests amusment. Forced to keep up her energy without the proper nourishment she began to resent her life and the life of her faily. she began to resent her parents for allowing them, the family, to be treated in such a manner. The only choice she had was to flee from the stubby arms of the Hutt clan that held her family enslaved. So she tricked a droid into releasing her chains and she fled through the hidden tunnels.
12-14:
Trying to find passage off the planet she was forced to steal and commit other acts some would deem unladylike just to get enough money to pay for passage. Still she knew something was different about her but what it was she did not know. She heard others speak of the force, light side and dark side, but she did not put much faith in its salvation.
14:
One day a group of bounty hunters employed by her former slave master hunted her down and cornered her. Outnumbered four (4) to one (1) she was faced with either returning back and accept her punishment or fight to the death being free from the Hutt's clutches. Armed with only a dull vibroblade she began to swing it back and forth trying to scare off the bounty hunters.
They found her amusing and begun to toy with her. Then she heard a whisper in her mind then everything went black. When she finally awoke she was looking up into the face of some mysterious stranger who was holding a lightsaber hilt that was projecting a crimson coloured blade. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep....
14-17:
She began to learn and study the dark arts known as the dark side of the Force. She trained harder than the others whilst soaking up more knowledge to distance herself from the others at the academy on Korriban. When she wasn't learning the dark side she was training with her lightsaber in hopes that one day she can become a great Sith duelist like the Sith Lords in the past.
With the dark side flowing easily through her veins, she sought out to find herself a Master to further train her.
Sample RP:
Waking up in a cold chambered room the young Twi'lek looked all around and found the only company she had were the shadows in the dimly lit room. Slowing rising from the bed she swung her legs over the side feeling the cold floor reaching up to snatch her bare feet. Shaking off the cold she stood up when she heard footsteps outside the chamber door.
Taking no chances she scanned the room for any object that could be easily transferred into a make shift weapon. Spotting nothing she sighed then moved into a defensive stance. Who or whatever walked through that door was not going to have the pleasure of...what ever it was they were seeking to do to her.
Soon as the door opend a black robed figured stood in the thresh hold with a eerie purple light outlinging his form from behind. Not waiting for her attacker to strike first she quickly charged the figure. The figure stood there watching her as she advanced on him or her. Reaching striking range Ral'Rai curled her fists into balls ready to pummel the silhouetted sentient.
Then without warning she felt some unforseen force grip her by the throat halting her in her tracks. Immediatly she unfurled her hands, clutched at her threat as the air was slowly being squeezed away from her. Fighting to stay conscience through the flashes of darkness that was surrounding her mind. Fainting meant death.
Falling to her knees with hands still at her throat she heard the voice of power speak down to her. "You have much anger. You have much hatred. You have much suffering. I can feel these emotions coursing through you. These will give you untold power." Feeling the grip slowly release around her throat she gasped for the much needed air. Looking up she saw the figure turn away from her.
"Follow me. Embrace what you are destined to become," The figure in black said stopping at the thresh hold. Rising to her feet she rubbed her kneck. "Yes. Teach me for I want to learn," the young Twi'lek says taking a step forward to her new life.
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 102 lbs.
Appearance:
Personality: She is wary of people causing her to feel threatened around others causing her to react without thinking of the consequences. With everything she has been through she has developed a strong hatred for people and at times allows her anger to dictate her moods.
Birth place: Nar Shaddaa
Faction: Sith
Rank: Neophyte
Previous Faction: None
Previous Rank: Force Sensitive
Lightsaber: Single blade(Single-phase)
Color: Magenta
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: N/A
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 4/10
Telepathic: 3/10
Body: 3/10
Sense: 4/10
Protection: 2/10
Healing: 1/10
Destruction: 4/10
Specialized Skills:
None Learned Yet
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2/10
Intelligence: 3/10
Speed: 6/10
Leadership: 1/10
Unarmed: 2/10
Melee Weapons: 5/10
Ranged Weapons: 1/10
Bio:
Birth-10:
Ral'Rai Muvunc was born to a slave family on the planet of Nar Shaddaa, known as the Smuggler's Moon, who were forced to work for a Hutt clan. Born to a family of 7 siblings she was the youngest in her family. Her life growing up was scarred with loss and sadness. She watched as her brothers and sister were either sold off to other Hutt clans, sold off for entertainment, or sent to assist with bounty hunters. As they left she never saw them again. She was beaten if she failed her Hutt masters and beatebn for thier pleasure. The more they beat her the more hatred she began to feel.
10-12:
As she matured and reached of age she was going to be sold off as entertainment to some off world business man. Fearing for her life and her dignity she rebelled against her oppressors only to have to been chained to the floor of the main chamber humiltated. She was forced to dance for the guests amusment. Forced to keep up her energy without the proper nourishment she began to resent her life and the life of her faily. she began to resent her parents for allowing them, the family, to be treated in such a manner. The only choice she had was to flee from the stubby arms of the Hutt clan that held her family enslaved. So she tricked a droid into releasing her chains and she fled through the hidden tunnels.
12-14:
Trying to find passage off the planet she was forced to steal and commit other acts some would deem unladylike just to get enough money to pay for passage. Still she knew something was different about her but what it was she did not know. She heard others speak of the force, light side and dark side, but she did not put much faith in its salvation.
14:
One day a group of bounty hunters employed by her former slave master hunted her down and cornered her. Outnumbered four (4) to one (1) she was faced with either returning back and accept her punishment or fight to the death being free from the Hutt's clutches. Armed with only a dull vibroblade she began to swing it back and forth trying to scare off the bounty hunters.
They found her amusing and begun to toy with her. Then she heard a whisper in her mind then everything went black. When she finally awoke she was looking up into the face of some mysterious stranger who was holding a lightsaber hilt that was projecting a crimson coloured blade. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep....
14-17:
She began to learn and study the dark arts known as the dark side of the Force. She trained harder than the others whilst soaking up more knowledge to distance herself from the others at the academy on Korriban. When she wasn't learning the dark side she was training with her lightsaber in hopes that one day she can become a great Sith duelist like the Sith Lords in the past.
With the dark side flowing easily through her veins, she sought out to find herself a Master to further train her.
Sample RP:
Waking up in a cold chambered room the young Twi'lek looked all around and found the only company she had were the shadows in the dimly lit room. Slowing rising from the bed she swung her legs over the side feeling the cold floor reaching up to snatch her bare feet. Shaking off the cold she stood up when she heard footsteps outside the chamber door.
Taking no chances she scanned the room for any object that could be easily transferred into a make shift weapon. Spotting nothing she sighed then moved into a defensive stance. Who or whatever walked through that door was not going to have the pleasure of...what ever it was they were seeking to do to her.
Soon as the door opend a black robed figured stood in the thresh hold with a eerie purple light outlinging his form from behind. Not waiting for her attacker to strike first she quickly charged the figure. The figure stood there watching her as she advanced on him or her. Reaching striking range Ral'Rai curled her fists into balls ready to pummel the silhouetted sentient.
Then without warning she felt some unforseen force grip her by the throat halting her in her tracks. Immediatly she unfurled her hands, clutched at her threat as the air was slowly being squeezed away from her. Fighting to stay conscience through the flashes of darkness that was surrounding her mind. Fainting meant death.
Falling to her knees with hands still at her throat she heard the voice of power speak down to her. "You have much anger. You have much hatred. You have much suffering. I can feel these emotions coursing through you. These will give you untold power." Feeling the grip slowly release around her throat she gasped for the much needed air. Looking up she saw the figure turn away from her.
"Follow me. Embrace what you are destined to become," The figure in black said stopping at the thresh hold. Rising to her feet she rubbed her kneck. "Yes. Teach me for I want to learn," the young Twi'lek says taking a step forward to her new life.
