Post by Cerberos on Jun 17, 2013 5:07:26 GMT -5
Name: Cerberos Brand
Race: Human
Age: 54
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 185lbs
Appearance: Cerberos is as physically fit as a 55 year old human can be with broad shoulders, while of average height, Cerberos is stocky and can appear much larger than he really is until one gets close, though he is still a large man. His long hair is dull grey, wiry and rarely kept, giving him something of a wild man look, a look that is complimented by his matching, unkempt beard. Two dull blue eyes are nestled under a hefty pair of eyebrows, leading to more than one humorous comment about him being half blind.
Personality: Cerberos is generally gruff around his fellow Jedi, with whom he generally finds himself in conflict with. He has a tendency to be sarcastic and downright rude at times when dealing with his fellows. The exception to this being the younglings and children in general, much to the chagrin of other Jedi, he often stops by training centers to converse (really just play) with the youngest of the younglings who are still adjusting to live as a Jedi.Though just as sarcastic when dealing with non-Jedi he tends to exhibit a bit of the warmth that he displays when dealing with children.
Cerberos is very outspoken about his opinions and philosophies, which from time to time clash with traditional Jedi dogma. He can be loud and boisterous with, as other have put it, “less control over his emotions that is proper for a Jedi.” He regularly exhibits flashes of irritation and annoyance with his fellow Jedi, however he also is more likely than other Jedi to laugh heartily at a bawdy joke, or prank.
Birth place: Corellia, Gus Talon
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Master
Lightsaber: Cerberos’ lightsaber is a simple affair, little more than a silver cylinder with an activation stud, and a slight widening at the emitter.
Color: Red, in protest of the colors’ association with the Dark Side.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 2
Soresu: 5
Ataru: 2
Shien / Djem So: 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman: 1
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 1
Body: 6
Sense: 5
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 10
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
RP Sample:
The two crimson blade clashed together violently, and once again Cerberos was stuck by how odd it looked to see two crimson blades locked in combat together. He quickly sprang away from his opponent with a little help from the Force.
“You’re getting tired, old man,” his opponent cackled at him, “Can you feel your death moving closer?” Cerberos’ eyes flicked from the Dark Jedi’s (for that’s what he was, not Sith, just some misguided fool with a sensitivity to the Force) still ignited saber to his cold, pale eyes, and realized he was right about one thing, he was getting tired. The Jedi Master was close to fifty-five, and his younger enemy made up for lack of experience with a ferocious vigor that the aged Cerberos could never hope to match, not anymore. Cerberos raised his saber in a mocking salute, “I feel death moving closer every day, my fallen brother,” He said in a tone that matched the mockery of his salute, “Sad to say though, I think yours is a mite closer.” He stepped towards his enemy, reengaging him with a weak sweep just to force the engagement, and when the Dark Jedi easily parried the blow, Cerberos moved in with a few wild counter-attacks, surprising the Dark Jedi. Until now, Cerberous had restricted his combat forms to Shii-Cho and Soresu, lulling the Sith and his overly aggressive Juyo into a false sense of superiority. Now, engaging the Sith, with the more energetic Djem So, Cerberos was pushing his opponent into making a fatal mistake.
And make a mistake he did, unable to keep up with the constant counters to his attacks, his already offensive minded Juyo began to get sloppier and sloppier. Cerberos battered a sloppy thrust away and came down with an over-head strike, cutting deep into his opponents shoulder. The Dark Jedi cried out in pain and slumped to a knee. Cerberos in an attack uncharacteristic of most Jedi, lashed out with a booted foot, connected with a face. His enemy fell onto his back with a dull groan of pain, lightsaber deactivated and limp in his hand. With a flick of his hand, Cerberos sent the saber flying to the other end of the room. He walked a few steps and knelt by his stricken foe.
“You know what you did wrong?” The Jedi Master said softly, and without waiting for an answer spoke, “You confused tiring with weakness, and that made you overconfident. It is not a weakness to recognize the limitations of one’s own body.” He sighed, “I’ll make it quick.” With one deft motion, the elder man swung his still ignited saber around and severed the young man’s neck.
Race: Human
Age: 54
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 185lbs
Appearance: Cerberos is as physically fit as a 55 year old human can be with broad shoulders, while of average height, Cerberos is stocky and can appear much larger than he really is until one gets close, though he is still a large man. His long hair is dull grey, wiry and rarely kept, giving him something of a wild man look, a look that is complimented by his matching, unkempt beard. Two dull blue eyes are nestled under a hefty pair of eyebrows, leading to more than one humorous comment about him being half blind.
Personality: Cerberos is generally gruff around his fellow Jedi, with whom he generally finds himself in conflict with. He has a tendency to be sarcastic and downright rude at times when dealing with his fellows. The exception to this being the younglings and children in general, much to the chagrin of other Jedi, he often stops by training centers to converse (really just play) with the youngest of the younglings who are still adjusting to live as a Jedi.Though just as sarcastic when dealing with non-Jedi he tends to exhibit a bit of the warmth that he displays when dealing with children.
Cerberos is very outspoken about his opinions and philosophies, which from time to time clash with traditional Jedi dogma. He can be loud and boisterous with, as other have put it, “less control over his emotions that is proper for a Jedi.” He regularly exhibits flashes of irritation and annoyance with his fellow Jedi, however he also is more likely than other Jedi to laugh heartily at a bawdy joke, or prank.
Birth place: Corellia, Gus Talon
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Master
Lightsaber: Cerberos’ lightsaber is a simple affair, little more than a silver cylinder with an activation stud, and a slight widening at the emitter.
Color: Red, in protest of the colors’ association with the Dark Side.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 2
Soresu: 5
Ataru: 2
Shien / Djem So: 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman: 1
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 1
Body: 6
Sense: 5
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 10
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
RP Sample:
The two crimson blade clashed together violently, and once again Cerberos was stuck by how odd it looked to see two crimson blades locked in combat together. He quickly sprang away from his opponent with a little help from the Force.
“You’re getting tired, old man,” his opponent cackled at him, “Can you feel your death moving closer?” Cerberos’ eyes flicked from the Dark Jedi’s (for that’s what he was, not Sith, just some misguided fool with a sensitivity to the Force) still ignited saber to his cold, pale eyes, and realized he was right about one thing, he was getting tired. The Jedi Master was close to fifty-five, and his younger enemy made up for lack of experience with a ferocious vigor that the aged Cerberos could never hope to match, not anymore. Cerberos raised his saber in a mocking salute, “I feel death moving closer every day, my fallen brother,” He said in a tone that matched the mockery of his salute, “Sad to say though, I think yours is a mite closer.” He stepped towards his enemy, reengaging him with a weak sweep just to force the engagement, and when the Dark Jedi easily parried the blow, Cerberos moved in with a few wild counter-attacks, surprising the Dark Jedi. Until now, Cerberous had restricted his combat forms to Shii-Cho and Soresu, lulling the Sith and his overly aggressive Juyo into a false sense of superiority. Now, engaging the Sith, with the more energetic Djem So, Cerberos was pushing his opponent into making a fatal mistake.
And make a mistake he did, unable to keep up with the constant counters to his attacks, his already offensive minded Juyo began to get sloppier and sloppier. Cerberos battered a sloppy thrust away and came down with an over-head strike, cutting deep into his opponents shoulder. The Dark Jedi cried out in pain and slumped to a knee. Cerberos in an attack uncharacteristic of most Jedi, lashed out with a booted foot, connected with a face. His enemy fell onto his back with a dull groan of pain, lightsaber deactivated and limp in his hand. With a flick of his hand, Cerberos sent the saber flying to the other end of the room. He walked a few steps and knelt by his stricken foe.
“You know what you did wrong?” The Jedi Master said softly, and without waiting for an answer spoke, “You confused tiring with weakness, and that made you overconfident. It is not a weakness to recognize the limitations of one’s own body.” He sighed, “I’ll make it quick.” With one deft motion, the elder man swung his still ignited saber around and severed the young man’s neck.
