Post by jarssum on Jun 8, 2013 23:52:53 GMT -5
Name: Jo-Jo
Race: Whiphid
Age: 12
Height: 6'2
Weight: 215 lbs
Appearance: Jo-Jo is a male, Whiphid. From a distance Jo-Jo is very intimidating looking. His skin is a very light brown, while his fur is an intense white. He is in fact albino. His face is elongated and his tusks are 5 inches now. Jo-Jo has 3 fingers, like most Whiphid, while his claws are no sharper than a butter knife. His eyes are solid black orbs that always seem tired. Lines have grown under his eyes from the lack of sleep. He wears the usual youngling outfit, along with a brown hooded cloak. He keeps the hood up, masking the upper part of his face at all times. Overall Jo-Jo looks like a large lovable teddy bear up close, never giving any harsh expressions.
Personality: Being the only Whiphid in his clan, Jo-Jo doesn't have many friends at all. He mostly keeps to himself and will not talk unless spoken to. 'Shy' is the perfect way to describe this Whiphid. Having no friends has taken a toll on him, so he spends most of his time meditating or reading. Although very shy, Jo-Jo has the determination of a hungry Rancor. He will go above and beyond to impress his masters, and has a very profound sense of good and bad. To him there is no in between. Your either right or your wrong. He tends to be very lonely at times, and really just wants someone to talk to. Jo-Jo has a good heart and will give help where it is needed to the best of his ability. His biggest fear is never becoming a padawan and being sent to the corps.
Birth place: Coruscant/slums
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: Training saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 2
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: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 1
Protection: 3
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
NONE
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Jo-Jo is the son of Y'Yark and Oosef. Y'Yark was the bodyguard of a very powerful Hutt on Tatooine. Being part of a criminal organization wasn't exactly the safest job in the world, but it put bread on the table. Y'Yark was hired right away because of his size, standing 8'8 and pure muscle. Oosef didn't necessarily approve of Y'Yark working for the Hutt, but there wasn't much she could really say. How else would they get money?
One night a deal with a local drug lord went very bad for the Hutt, and bullets flew around the room. Being a near 9 foot tall Whiphid, it was very hard for them to miss Y'Yark and so he was gravely wounded. After the battle had ceased and the drug lord was dead, Y'Yark was rushed to the hospital by the few other bodyguards and his very good friends. Later on Y'Yark was informed that in the small fight, the Hutt was killed. Sitting in that room, he thought long and hard of what to do next. How was he going to support Oosef now. A couple bandages and 20 stitches later, Y'Yark was out of the hospital and on his way home.
When he reached his home, Y'Yark told Oosef of their current dilemma. The fact that he failed to protect his boss would soon get around, then there would be no work left for him. Fighting was all he knew. Oosef on the other hand didn't like the idea of him working in such dangerous environments to begin with. In the commotion, Oosef blurted out the secret of her pregnancy. Y'Yark was in shock. He could hardly believe it. Setting him down, she persuaded old Y'Yark to move away. Far away from the criminal activities of Tatooine. She wanted to move to a large city, where they could start over again. The first city to come to mind was the famed city of Coruscant. After packing, they took the first shuttle out.
Reaching Coruscant, they got an apartment in the slums. Y'Yark started another job as a bodyguard for the local cartel much to the disappointment of Oosef. A few months later, their son was born in the local hospital. It was possibly the happiest day of their life. He was albino, very rare among the Whiphid, but they loved him none the less. Y'Yark decided to name him Jo-Jo, after his great grandfather. A respected spearmaster from their homeworld of Toola. After being tested, it was confirmed that Jo-Jo was force sensitive. Having a Midi-chlorian count of 9,000 per cell. The doctors informed his parent's that he could in fact become a jedi, and with such a high Midi-chlorian count he would be a pretty good one. There was not much thought put into it. They both knew that their son would have a much better life with the jedi, rather than struggle in the slums. After a hearty farewell and tears from their parents, little Jo-Jo was taken away.
RP Sample:
Sitting by himself in the library, Jo-Jo was reading a few books dealing with the force. Not exactly reading, he was more skimming the words, retaining very little. He was actually more concentrated on his surroundings. All he really wanted was someone to talk to him. And so he sat, skimming, and waiting on something to happen. All around he could feel the people walking the library. He was always taught that the force lived in everything, especially jedi, so it was much easier to sense them. It felt like a tingle against his brain, leading to every person in the large area. He couldn't tell who they were, but he could sense they were there.
After a few moments of sitting, his wish came true. A very large Ithorian in the customary jedi robes sat across from him. The Ithorian was a brownish color with eyes black as a sarlac pit. Jo-Jo looked up at the jedi knight and smiled, his tusks raising with the gesture. Ithorian's didn't have mouths, but his eyes squinted giving off a soft look.
"Why aren't you with the other younglings?" the Ithorian asked in his guttoral voice. "They are all dueling and playing to impress the other jedi, hopeful to gain a master."
Jo-Jo lowered his book and looked through the large door of the library to see the other younglings running around and laughing. He could hear the distant buzzing of training sabers hitting each other, and longed to be with them. "I don't really fit in with the others master. I'm too..... different" he replied, looking down at his large three fingers as if they were conjured by some spell. "I would much rather sit in here with my books." It was a lie of course, but Jo-Jo picked the book back up again and this time began to actually read it.
The Ithorian jedi didn't argue, he simply 'smiled' and got up. As he walked by he patted Jo-Jo's head and said "Being different isn't always a bad thing. Those are usually the ones with the most potential. You'll have your time young one." With that he walked off and left Jo-Jo with his thoughts. Jo-Jo leaped up and ran to his room when the Ithorian was out of sight. He grabbed his training saber and headed to the dueling room with the other younglings. Maybe it won't be as bad as he thought.
Race: Whiphid
Age: 12
Height: 6'2
Weight: 215 lbs
Appearance: Jo-Jo is a male, Whiphid. From a distance Jo-Jo is very intimidating looking. His skin is a very light brown, while his fur is an intense white. He is in fact albino. His face is elongated and his tusks are 5 inches now. Jo-Jo has 3 fingers, like most Whiphid, while his claws are no sharper than a butter knife. His eyes are solid black orbs that always seem tired. Lines have grown under his eyes from the lack of sleep. He wears the usual youngling outfit, along with a brown hooded cloak. He keeps the hood up, masking the upper part of his face at all times. Overall Jo-Jo looks like a large lovable teddy bear up close, never giving any harsh expressions.
Personality: Being the only Whiphid in his clan, Jo-Jo doesn't have many friends at all. He mostly keeps to himself and will not talk unless spoken to. 'Shy' is the perfect way to describe this Whiphid. Having no friends has taken a toll on him, so he spends most of his time meditating or reading. Although very shy, Jo-Jo has the determination of a hungry Rancor. He will go above and beyond to impress his masters, and has a very profound sense of good and bad. To him there is no in between. Your either right or your wrong. He tends to be very lonely at times, and really just wants someone to talk to. Jo-Jo has a good heart and will give help where it is needed to the best of his ability. His biggest fear is never becoming a padawan and being sent to the corps.
Birth place: Coruscant/slums
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: Training saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 2
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: 4
Telepathic: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 1
Protection: 3
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
NONE
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio: The Beginning
Jo-Jo is the son of Y'Yark and Oosef. Y'Yark was the bodyguard of a very powerful Hutt on Tatooine. Being part of a criminal organization wasn't exactly the safest job in the world, but it put bread on the table. Y'Yark was hired right away because of his size, standing 8'8 and pure muscle. Oosef didn't necessarily approve of Y'Yark working for the Hutt, but there wasn't much she could really say. How else would they get money?
One night a deal with a local drug lord went very bad for the Hutt, and bullets flew around the room. Being a near 9 foot tall Whiphid, it was very hard for them to miss Y'Yark and so he was gravely wounded. After the battle had ceased and the drug lord was dead, Y'Yark was rushed to the hospital by the few other bodyguards and his very good friends. Later on Y'Yark was informed that in the small fight, the Hutt was killed. Sitting in that room, he thought long and hard of what to do next. How was he going to support Oosef now. A couple bandages and 20 stitches later, Y'Yark was out of the hospital and on his way home.
When he reached his home, Y'Yark told Oosef of their current dilemma. The fact that he failed to protect his boss would soon get around, then there would be no work left for him. Fighting was all he knew. Oosef on the other hand didn't like the idea of him working in such dangerous environments to begin with. In the commotion, Oosef blurted out the secret of her pregnancy. Y'Yark was in shock. He could hardly believe it. Setting him down, she persuaded old Y'Yark to move away. Far away from the criminal activities of Tatooine. She wanted to move to a large city, where they could start over again. The first city to come to mind was the famed city of Coruscant. After packing, they took the first shuttle out.
Reaching Coruscant, they got an apartment in the slums. Y'Yark started another job as a bodyguard for the local cartel much to the disappointment of Oosef. A few months later, their son was born in the local hospital. It was possibly the happiest day of their life. He was albino, very rare among the Whiphid, but they loved him none the less. Y'Yark decided to name him Jo-Jo, after his great grandfather. A respected spearmaster from their homeworld of Toola. After being tested, it was confirmed that Jo-Jo was force sensitive. Having a Midi-chlorian count of 9,000 per cell. The doctors informed his parent's that he could in fact become a jedi, and with such a high Midi-chlorian count he would be a pretty good one. There was not much thought put into it. They both knew that their son would have a much better life with the jedi, rather than struggle in the slums. After a hearty farewell and tears from their parents, little Jo-Jo was taken away.
Youngling Years
Jo-Jo's time as a youngling was not something that he enjoyed. It wasn't something he necessarily hated either. He kept to himself mostly, not one to be very sociable. He would communicate with other younglings only when he had to. He never really saw the point in getting attached to the others, knowing that one day they would part ways and possibly never see each other again. During breakfast, lunch, and dinner he usually sat alone or with one of his masters. He hated his math and science classes, struggling to keep his grades up but he managed to do so. His favorite subject was history. He loved to learn the lore and history of the jedi masters, especially the ones of his own Whiphid race.
The older he got, the more he realized how much he lacked in saber combat compared to the other students. Since he was so large, he had a hard time keeping up with the small frames of his fellow younglings. Deflecting the blasters of the training droids were much easier for him. Noticing such a weakness he practiced as hard as his body would let him to keep up with his fellow students. Although he lacked in saber combat, he excelled in his force training. He had a certain knack with it that impressed quite a few of the masters. Since he was so good at it, he became fascinated with it. He often sat alone in his room and meditated, feeling everything around him with the force. At 7 years old he was picking up small weights with the force. By 12 he was lifting large weights, boulders, and even people. He couldn't lift them by much, but it was still astounding for someone his age. His disconnection from everyone else worried some of his masters, as if the loneliness would soon turn to hate. Later leading down a dark path.
After years and years of training, he turned 12 and was nearing the age of either apprenticeship or a life in the corps. Jo-Jo longed to have a master who was experienced in the force. It astounded him to read of old jedi who could bring ships out of the sky just by the force. He always told himself that he would become that powerful. Strong enough in the force to bring down an entire fleet. He hated the thought of going to the corps and never becoming a real jedi. He'd rather be dead. But then again he knew that wasn't his place to say so.
The older he got, the more he realized how much he lacked in saber combat compared to the other students. Since he was so large, he had a hard time keeping up with the small frames of his fellow younglings. Deflecting the blasters of the training droids were much easier for him. Noticing such a weakness he practiced as hard as his body would let him to keep up with his fellow students. Although he lacked in saber combat, he excelled in his force training. He had a certain knack with it that impressed quite a few of the masters. Since he was so good at it, he became fascinated with it. He often sat alone in his room and meditated, feeling everything around him with the force. At 7 years old he was picking up small weights with the force. By 12 he was lifting large weights, boulders, and even people. He couldn't lift them by much, but it was still astounding for someone his age. His disconnection from everyone else worried some of his masters, as if the loneliness would soon turn to hate. Later leading down a dark path.
After years and years of training, he turned 12 and was nearing the age of either apprenticeship or a life in the corps. Jo-Jo longed to have a master who was experienced in the force. It astounded him to read of old jedi who could bring ships out of the sky just by the force. He always told himself that he would become that powerful. Strong enough in the force to bring down an entire fleet. He hated the thought of going to the corps and never becoming a real jedi. He'd rather be dead. But then again he knew that wasn't his place to say so.
RP Sample:
Sitting by himself in the library, Jo-Jo was reading a few books dealing with the force. Not exactly reading, he was more skimming the words, retaining very little. He was actually more concentrated on his surroundings. All he really wanted was someone to talk to him. And so he sat, skimming, and waiting on something to happen. All around he could feel the people walking the library. He was always taught that the force lived in everything, especially jedi, so it was much easier to sense them. It felt like a tingle against his brain, leading to every person in the large area. He couldn't tell who they were, but he could sense they were there.
After a few moments of sitting, his wish came true. A very large Ithorian in the customary jedi robes sat across from him. The Ithorian was a brownish color with eyes black as a sarlac pit. Jo-Jo looked up at the jedi knight and smiled, his tusks raising with the gesture. Ithorian's didn't have mouths, but his eyes squinted giving off a soft look.
"Why aren't you with the other younglings?" the Ithorian asked in his guttoral voice. "They are all dueling and playing to impress the other jedi, hopeful to gain a master."
Jo-Jo lowered his book and looked through the large door of the library to see the other younglings running around and laughing. He could hear the distant buzzing of training sabers hitting each other, and longed to be with them. "I don't really fit in with the others master. I'm too..... different" he replied, looking down at his large three fingers as if they were conjured by some spell. "I would much rather sit in here with my books." It was a lie of course, but Jo-Jo picked the book back up again and this time began to actually read it.
The Ithorian jedi didn't argue, he simply 'smiled' and got up. As he walked by he patted Jo-Jo's head and said "Being different isn't always a bad thing. Those are usually the ones with the most potential. You'll have your time young one." With that he walked off and left Jo-Jo with his thoughts. Jo-Jo leaped up and ran to his room when the Ithorian was out of sight. He grabbed his training saber and headed to the dueling room with the other younglings. Maybe it won't be as bad as he thought.
