Post by keyz on Aug 11, 2013 14:31:24 GMT -5
Name: Jifo Riou
Race: Human
Age: 12
Height: 5'
Weight: 90 lbs
Appearance: At his height and weight, Jifo does not strike a truely imposing figure; his slim form looks a little underfed but healthy. He has shaggy red hair the comes to just below the tops of his ears. He has eyes that are Azure in color and skin that is a little on the pale side for Humans. He has soft facial features and no scars mark him.
He wears the same clothing common of all Younglings in the Jedi Temple, an off white tunic covered by a light brown robes. No light saber adorns his hip, as all training sabers are left in the proper training areas. He wears his issued brown boots at almost all times yet rarely wears the dueling gloves, even during his training.
His stance often betrays him, showing his lack of confidence; which is a countenance not easily overcome as he has yet to prove himself to himself. Along with being twelve years old and still not chosen for training, the way he stand broadcasts just how uncertain of himself he really is.
Personality: While Jifo is certainly not the most confident or naturally talented of his peer group, he possess a few characteristics that are considered hallmarks by his superiors. He is sometimes fearful but often is calm in the face of uncertain situations and one of the most patient of the Younglings. Self-sacrifice comes very naturally to him, almost to a fault; and on occasion he may step outside of his own bounds, and go out of his way to help his friends.
The Youngling spends much more time than others in mediation, finding it incredibly relaxing. Since his arrival to the Jedi Temple at an age far too young for any reliable memory, he often fantasizes about space travel, unsure of what it is like to go blazing through the stars. This whimsical quirk is one of the few that allude to his inner dreamer. He is particularly fond of his quiet time, eschewing crowded places when given the choice. While it is true that he has been exposed to the Force for the majority of his life, he still coats a child-like fascination with its application; delighting in practicing himself, or in watching Masters of the craft exercise their skill.
Jifo isn't very quick to excite but he is one to get his hopes up, often prematurely. Because of this, he has become discouraged as of late. Many of his friends have been recently chosen by Jedi Masters to begin their training on the road to become true Jedi. Still not chosen as a Padawan and quickly becoming the last Youngling in his age group, he is beginning to wonder.
Birth place: Corellia, Kor Vella
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: training saber, will build his own upon becoming a padawan
Color: green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 2
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: N/A
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman: N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 2
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 0
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 3
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio: Discovery and Retrieval
Jifo's father Rel, and his mother Tipa; were two traders who met early in their careers working for that same Corellian Trading company. Hitting it off immediately they were soon wed and had a child on the way. Due to her pregnancy Tipa took a new position within the company, one that was tantamount to a simple desk job; but it kept her from being unemployed, saving the family from any financial stress. Rel continued flying the trade routes, trying to up his delivery rate to put back some money for his family to be.
Several months into the pregnancy, the company the couple worked for became embroiled in a take over by a rival trading guild. The take over was far more than just business and became quite hostile when the guild hired thugs to keep quite those who oppose the transfer of the company. Jifo's father was one such opposer. Rel offered very little threat and the take over was sure. Shot by the mercenaries, he succumbed to his injuries only two weeks after the fact. By then, the company had been re-established within the trading guild and Tipa had lost her job. Less than a month after loosing her job, Jifo's mother gave birth. She worked in trading and business for quite a while and her savvy had allowed her to provide for Jifo and herself, by converting the bottom floor of her home into a trade shop. Surviving as a merchant was not a pretty as her previous company job, but it kept her and Jifo from being hungry.
A year hadn't even gone by in Jifo's young life when two Jedi arrived at his home and spoke with his mother. They explained what the Jedi were and their job, and went on to inform her of Jifo's potential in the force. They assured her that he would be trained at the temple which was safe and he would be watched over there. They asked that she not make any decision in haste and told her that they would be back the evening of the next day. Tipa did not open the shop the next day, instead spending the whole day with her son and deeply searching her own soul about what was best for Jifo. When the Jedi arrived that evening they sat with Tipa and Jifo for a long time; one of them spoke with Jifo entertaining the boy with minor displays of the force, and the other talked with Tipa who finally told them that Jifo was to go with them to become a Jedi. That night Jifo was on the way to the Jedi Temple
Youngling Years
Jifo spent his youngest years lurking around the temple trying to stay out from under foot of the Jedi at the Temple. Every time he could get close enough, he loved to watch the Jedi in their training with the older age groups of Younglings. He became more than amazed with the force and began displaying its use before others his age, to the great pleasure of the trainers there. However, where he excelled in use of the force, he had quite a way to go in his application with a lightsaber. While he had a grasp on technique, he lacked the finesse of some and the strength of others. So as his early years went by be spent more time in mediation or the library than in saber training.
While his time in training with a lightsaber often left him a bit frustrated, he was finally able to realize some confidence in his force practices. He was able to buckle down in focus in these areas, displaying skill in many different applications of the use of the Force; even utilizing the simplest and most basic of healing techniques proved possible with some practice, though his instructors often discouraged trying to advance too quickly without acquiring a knack for the basics. Among his most acute characteristics was his sensitivity to the force. His sense abilities were gained mostly from his inordinate amount of time spent in mediation, but the boy did appear to have a natural talent. He also displayed a great telepathic focus early on; able to levitate several objects at once and keep them in a constant motion in complex patterns for much longer than any of his peer group.
As he grew he became good friends with several in his age group, particularly two. Zhan was a Zabrak boy, who acted as the leader of the trio; and the other was Xel, a Twi'lek girl. The three managed to avoid trouble but just barely, Jifo able to convince Zhan that the restricted library sections were much more trouble than they were worth. While each of the three progressed well in different areas, they never felt much of a rivalry between them; each often helping the others in areas wherein they needed improvement. The time eventually came where they would part. Zhan was the first to be selected. Shortly after the young Zabrak turned nine, a Jedi Guardian selected him to train under his tutelage. Only a few months after, Xel became the Padawan of a renown duelist among the Jedi.
Seeing his closest friends head out to travel the galaxy and become true Jedi brought new feelings to the boy. Loneliness was the first heartache he'd ever known, and it compelled him to spend more time in mediation than usual. After turning eleven, it'd been noted that Jifo had logged more time in the library than several of the other students' collected time. The Masters there urge him to spend more time in his lightsaber practices, and he happily complied; eager to garner approval. Frustrating though they were, he did his best to keep at it in spite of failing regularly. Finally around the age of twelve, he'd begun to show some skill with his saber; winning the larger number of his practice matches and demonstrating a true finesse, to which he owed Xel for. His second great heartache came after one of the Masters at the temple spoke with him, informing him that he was to be sent to work with the Jedi Service Corps on his thirteenth birthday. Putting on a brave face, the Master could see through him with relative ease. Jifo had never been more stressed out about anything in his short life. Working harder now than ever he is doing his very best to be noticed.
RP Sample:
Jifo took a deep breath. The cool air of the Jedi Temple was refreshing yet familiar. He sat calmly on the padded seat in the mediation chambers and closed his eyes, relaxing for a moment and beginning the process of clearing his thoughts and reaching out with the force. He could feel those in the next room attempting to do the same thing as he was, and he could feel the Younglings on the training floor going through their forms. He struggled to rid himself of his inner dialogue, his own thoughts betraying him. The words of the Jedi Master still echoed through his head. He tried to think of himself getting a Master, and then shifted his thoughts to himself at the Service Corps. His breathing became irregular and shallow, ruining his attempt to meditate.
This failure was a first for him in many years. It'd been quite a long time since a meditation session had been unproductive. his eyes fluttered open and he took a deep quivering breath. Jifo had never been more unsure of himself. Balling up a fist, he slammed it down on the seat. "Why is this happening?" he asked in a demanding whisper. Collecting himself he made his way down to the library hoping scouring over holocrons would clear his head somewhat.
Arriving at the large room, he check in with the head librarian there who greeted him warmly. "Jifo is anything the matter? You look as though you are troubled." she asked with a genuine concern in her voice. She'd known him for some time and was in the library with a great enough frequency to have had more than on conversation with the head librarian. "I guess...I guess I'm just a littleconfused right now. I don't think I am ever going to be chosen to be a padawan, and I want to be angry or scared; but I know that a Jedi should not be these things. I just don't want to be shipped off to some mining world in the Service Corps Master Jzora."
His words were quite obviously heartfelt and it was clear that he was bravely fighting back tears. "Young Jifo," she started "every Jedi has felt anger and fear in their lives; especially those as young as yourself. Anger is a natural thing that is a powerful tool for the Jedi who needs focus; and Jedi who do not feel fear often fail in making crucial decision, and in more cases than not race off to their demise. I think the key is not to rid one's self of these feelings, but to overcome them and not let them hold you back." As she spoke she put and hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "T-Thank you Master Jzora." he relied in a soft voice, before heading down the aisles to study.
Race: Human
Age: 12
Height: 5'
Weight: 90 lbs
Appearance: At his height and weight, Jifo does not strike a truely imposing figure; his slim form looks a little underfed but healthy. He has shaggy red hair the comes to just below the tops of his ears. He has eyes that are Azure in color and skin that is a little on the pale side for Humans. He has soft facial features and no scars mark him.
He wears the same clothing common of all Younglings in the Jedi Temple, an off white tunic covered by a light brown robes. No light saber adorns his hip, as all training sabers are left in the proper training areas. He wears his issued brown boots at almost all times yet rarely wears the dueling gloves, even during his training.
His stance often betrays him, showing his lack of confidence; which is a countenance not easily overcome as he has yet to prove himself to himself. Along with being twelve years old and still not chosen for training, the way he stand broadcasts just how uncertain of himself he really is.
Personality: While Jifo is certainly not the most confident or naturally talented of his peer group, he possess a few characteristics that are considered hallmarks by his superiors. He is sometimes fearful but often is calm in the face of uncertain situations and one of the most patient of the Younglings. Self-sacrifice comes very naturally to him, almost to a fault; and on occasion he may step outside of his own bounds, and go out of his way to help his friends.
The Youngling spends much more time than others in mediation, finding it incredibly relaxing. Since his arrival to the Jedi Temple at an age far too young for any reliable memory, he often fantasizes about space travel, unsure of what it is like to go blazing through the stars. This whimsical quirk is one of the few that allude to his inner dreamer. He is particularly fond of his quiet time, eschewing crowded places when given the choice. While it is true that he has been exposed to the Force for the majority of his life, he still coats a child-like fascination with its application; delighting in practicing himself, or in watching Masters of the craft exercise their skill.
Jifo isn't very quick to excite but he is one to get his hopes up, often prematurely. Because of this, he has become discouraged as of late. Many of his friends have been recently chosen by Jedi Masters to begin their training on the road to become true Jedi. Still not chosen as a Padawan and quickly becoming the last Youngling in his age group, he is beginning to wonder.
Birth place: Corellia, Kor Vella
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber: training saber, will build his own upon becoming a padawan
Color: green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 2
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: N/A
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So: N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman: N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 2
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 0
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 3
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio: Discovery and Retrieval
Jifo's father Rel, and his mother Tipa; were two traders who met early in their careers working for that same Corellian Trading company. Hitting it off immediately they were soon wed and had a child on the way. Due to her pregnancy Tipa took a new position within the company, one that was tantamount to a simple desk job; but it kept her from being unemployed, saving the family from any financial stress. Rel continued flying the trade routes, trying to up his delivery rate to put back some money for his family to be.
Several months into the pregnancy, the company the couple worked for became embroiled in a take over by a rival trading guild. The take over was far more than just business and became quite hostile when the guild hired thugs to keep quite those who oppose the transfer of the company. Jifo's father was one such opposer. Rel offered very little threat and the take over was sure. Shot by the mercenaries, he succumbed to his injuries only two weeks after the fact. By then, the company had been re-established within the trading guild and Tipa had lost her job. Less than a month after loosing her job, Jifo's mother gave birth. She worked in trading and business for quite a while and her savvy had allowed her to provide for Jifo and herself, by converting the bottom floor of her home into a trade shop. Surviving as a merchant was not a pretty as her previous company job, but it kept her and Jifo from being hungry.
A year hadn't even gone by in Jifo's young life when two Jedi arrived at his home and spoke with his mother. They explained what the Jedi were and their job, and went on to inform her of Jifo's potential in the force. They assured her that he would be trained at the temple which was safe and he would be watched over there. They asked that she not make any decision in haste and told her that they would be back the evening of the next day. Tipa did not open the shop the next day, instead spending the whole day with her son and deeply searching her own soul about what was best for Jifo. When the Jedi arrived that evening they sat with Tipa and Jifo for a long time; one of them spoke with Jifo entertaining the boy with minor displays of the force, and the other talked with Tipa who finally told them that Jifo was to go with them to become a Jedi. That night Jifo was on the way to the Jedi Temple
Youngling Years
Jifo spent his youngest years lurking around the temple trying to stay out from under foot of the Jedi at the Temple. Every time he could get close enough, he loved to watch the Jedi in their training with the older age groups of Younglings. He became more than amazed with the force and began displaying its use before others his age, to the great pleasure of the trainers there. However, where he excelled in use of the force, he had quite a way to go in his application with a lightsaber. While he had a grasp on technique, he lacked the finesse of some and the strength of others. So as his early years went by be spent more time in mediation or the library than in saber training.
While his time in training with a lightsaber often left him a bit frustrated, he was finally able to realize some confidence in his force practices. He was able to buckle down in focus in these areas, displaying skill in many different applications of the use of the Force; even utilizing the simplest and most basic of healing techniques proved possible with some practice, though his instructors often discouraged trying to advance too quickly without acquiring a knack for the basics. Among his most acute characteristics was his sensitivity to the force. His sense abilities were gained mostly from his inordinate amount of time spent in mediation, but the boy did appear to have a natural talent. He also displayed a great telepathic focus early on; able to levitate several objects at once and keep them in a constant motion in complex patterns for much longer than any of his peer group.
As he grew he became good friends with several in his age group, particularly two. Zhan was a Zabrak boy, who acted as the leader of the trio; and the other was Xel, a Twi'lek girl. The three managed to avoid trouble but just barely, Jifo able to convince Zhan that the restricted library sections were much more trouble than they were worth. While each of the three progressed well in different areas, they never felt much of a rivalry between them; each often helping the others in areas wherein they needed improvement. The time eventually came where they would part. Zhan was the first to be selected. Shortly after the young Zabrak turned nine, a Jedi Guardian selected him to train under his tutelage. Only a few months after, Xel became the Padawan of a renown duelist among the Jedi.
Seeing his closest friends head out to travel the galaxy and become true Jedi brought new feelings to the boy. Loneliness was the first heartache he'd ever known, and it compelled him to spend more time in mediation than usual. After turning eleven, it'd been noted that Jifo had logged more time in the library than several of the other students' collected time. The Masters there urge him to spend more time in his lightsaber practices, and he happily complied; eager to garner approval. Frustrating though they were, he did his best to keep at it in spite of failing regularly. Finally around the age of twelve, he'd begun to show some skill with his saber; winning the larger number of his practice matches and demonstrating a true finesse, to which he owed Xel for. His second great heartache came after one of the Masters at the temple spoke with him, informing him that he was to be sent to work with the Jedi Service Corps on his thirteenth birthday. Putting on a brave face, the Master could see through him with relative ease. Jifo had never been more stressed out about anything in his short life. Working harder now than ever he is doing his very best to be noticed.
RP Sample:
Jifo took a deep breath. The cool air of the Jedi Temple was refreshing yet familiar. He sat calmly on the padded seat in the mediation chambers and closed his eyes, relaxing for a moment and beginning the process of clearing his thoughts and reaching out with the force. He could feel those in the next room attempting to do the same thing as he was, and he could feel the Younglings on the training floor going through their forms. He struggled to rid himself of his inner dialogue, his own thoughts betraying him. The words of the Jedi Master still echoed through his head. He tried to think of himself getting a Master, and then shifted his thoughts to himself at the Service Corps. His breathing became irregular and shallow, ruining his attempt to meditate.
This failure was a first for him in many years. It'd been quite a long time since a meditation session had been unproductive. his eyes fluttered open and he took a deep quivering breath. Jifo had never been more unsure of himself. Balling up a fist, he slammed it down on the seat. "Why is this happening?" he asked in a demanding whisper. Collecting himself he made his way down to the library hoping scouring over holocrons would clear his head somewhat.
Arriving at the large room, he check in with the head librarian there who greeted him warmly. "Jifo is anything the matter? You look as though you are troubled." she asked with a genuine concern in her voice. She'd known him for some time and was in the library with a great enough frequency to have had more than on conversation with the head librarian. "I guess...I guess I'm just a littleconfused right now. I don't think I am ever going to be chosen to be a padawan, and I want to be angry or scared; but I know that a Jedi should not be these things. I just don't want to be shipped off to some mining world in the Service Corps Master Jzora."
His words were quite obviously heartfelt and it was clear that he was bravely fighting back tears. "Young Jifo," she started "every Jedi has felt anger and fear in their lives; especially those as young as yourself. Anger is a natural thing that is a powerful tool for the Jedi who needs focus; and Jedi who do not feel fear often fail in making crucial decision, and in more cases than not race off to their demise. I think the key is not to rid one's self of these feelings, but to overcome them and not let them hold you back." As she spoke she put and hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "T-Thank you Master Jzora." he relied in a soft voice, before heading down the aisles to study.
