Post by darasu on Mar 21, 2014 2:25:18 GMT -5
Name:
Darasu Morata
Race:
Human
Age:
14
Height:
5'5
Weight:
130 pounds
Appearance:
Darasu has light brown hair that is cut at an inch length, and light green eyes. His body type is mesomorphic, and even for his young age his shoulders are a little bit broader than the rest of his age group.
He has a small scar on the right side of his lower chin, and a few other minor scars on the chest.
Often, his facial expression is held of one who is curious or even looks lost at times. This is because he is constantly weighing everything he sees within his mind, and trying to balance their meanings. The look behind his emerald eyes can seem soft at times and kind, as if he was much older than his body was. However, some have seen a piercing gaze as well, very very rarely however.
Darasu moves with precision and tries to waste no energy in any thing he does with his body. Very agile and aware, he has done very well in the expression of acrobatics.
Personality:
Having grown up to be a smuggler, Darasu can be rash and headstrong. When convicted to his beliefs, he will defend them until his point is proven otherwise, which can be difficult since he is a trained diplomat. He prides himself in his knowledge of the arts and the intellectually stimulating. The thirst for knowledge he was born with has always encouraged him to see both sides of a coin, rather than just pick one side.
He is also a lover of people. In his travels after his leave, he met and adventured with many people across the outer rim and had many friends to go with this. However, they always parted and he would start a new journey. Due to his necessity to get along with others and the attention to guile that was learned, he has a very tolerant view of other races and any species.
There is few things that he would judge another being for, and often it is only a question of morality for him. Although he is young, his opinions on the ways of right and wrong are strongly impression him, some times too much so giving him a crusader attitude towards peoples choices. This gave him a thirst for adventure and travel, which was never a problem given his background. Luckily, that taste for adventure was what brought him into the Jedi order in the first place.
Discipline is another thing he holds in high value, most importantly towards him self. Every day he does a series of tasks to train his body and mind equally, and on the occasion he does faulter it weighs on his conscience. Things such as going over different words in the languages he is learning, while doing push ups. Each word is a different count for him, and when he is too tired to continue or cant thing of the proper word, he stops and remembers that marker mentally.
As a human, he has come to find a love of nature and life itself. This was odd, giving that most of his time growing up was spent on giant metal ships, or around people who regarded life as a currency.
The galaxy is connected through the force, and everything happens for a reason. As such, he has become a believer in "Karma" through the force, and this self-devoted philosophy has helped keep him from falling to the dark side.
Birth place:
Nar Shaada
Faction:
Jedi
Rank:
Jedi padawan
Lightsaber: Single Phase, Single Blade, Type 01 Hilt
Color:
Green
Stats:
Strength -
Below Average
Agility -
Average
Intelligence -
Above average
Charisma -
Below Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic-
Apprentice
Telepathic-
Apprentice
Body-
Novice
Sense-
Apprentice
Protection-
Novice
Healing:–
Novice
Destruction–
Unskilled
Combat Training:
Unarmed- Apprentice
Vibroblade- Novice
Light Saber- Apprentice
Acrobatics- Novice
Stealth - Novice
Force Training:
Pull - Apprentice
Push - Apprentice
Force Jump - Novice
Force Speed - Novice
Force Stun - Novice
Force Heal: Novice
Other Training:
Repair- Apprentice
Computer Use - Novice
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho-
Apprentice
Makashi-
Untrained
Soresu-
Untrained
Ataru-
Untrained
Shien/Djem So-
Untrained
>>Sub-form Backhanded-
Untrained
Niman-
Untrained
>>Sub-form Jar-kai-
Untrained
Juyo-
Untrained
Double Bladed Combat- Untrained
Languages Spoken;
Galactic Basic [Fluent] , Huttese [basic] , Rodian [basic] , droid [adept]
Bio:
{Life as a smugglers son}
His father was a well known smuggler by the time of his birth. Having raised himself on the streets of Nar Shaada, Palu Morata was a witty man with good intentions for the people in his life. He was a good pilot and a good shot, which had his reputation catch the attention of the hutts.
Shortly before his agreement to work in spice trade for a larger of the hutt cartels, Palu met his wife where she worked as professional consultant for the hutts. The two fell for each other after his first few months as a spice pilot and after a few more years bore a son, then a second.
The two boys grew up practically owned by the cartel syndicate, and for their early years learned the ways of the world by a criminal's guidance. They were expected to be raised as bounty hunters, mercenaries, or smugglers.
Often left alone on ships or hangars, he began tinkering with tools and droids before he could walk. Constantly taking things apart and putting them back together, or trying to at least. This lead to catching the attention of his family, who then began teaching him the basics of mechanics hoping that he could one day earn a decent wage as an engineer.
For the five years the Darasu did live under the order of the hutt cartel, he learned the very minimal basics of trade, language and guile in order to get him an early education on his life as a what would have been criminal.
Except he never got that far.
{Discovered}
During a transportation mission where Palu was acting as a courier, the vessel that was disguised as a mining ship was intercepted by Jedi looking for exactly what they found; smugglers moving spice. The crew was incarcerated, along with Darasu who was planned to be headed for foster care. But when the Jedi saw the potential in the young boys, his father was given two options.
Either he could lose his son to foster care, or the jedi council. His father chose the latter, knowing that this meant he would be severed from all contact.
Palu knew that his son wasn't meant for a life of crime, and gave his blessings as he sent him off towards the Jedi council at the age of five.
{Life as a youngling}
When Darasu was taken into the jedi, he was just at the ripe age to begin training as a youngling. What his family had always considered great luck, was actually their natural atonement with the force. He quickly found that he enjoyed this lifestyle much more than the life of being a criminal's son, and embraced the jedi way and their code of knowledge. He found a natural desire to follow the politics of the universe, and diplomacy.
As his training went on, he began spending his extra time reading the history of the order, and the different styles of light saber combat. The young boy was fascinated by the quarrels that the jedi had resolved in the past, and that the force was so immense in everything that was done. Although he did embrace his life as a jedi youngling, he never forgot the simple teachings that he had learned as the son of a well known criminal. He made sure to never forget where he came from.
During his time as a youngling, he spent many hours in the archives and library on coruscant. Days of his free time were dedicated to his own personal studying, and this led to meeting a lot of the jedi in the order. He found a high interest in politics and diplomacy, and studied these things by both speculation and through eye burning sessions of reading in the archives.
Many of Darasu's old interests stuck with him, and he asked at the age of seven to be allowed to learn the basics of mechanic works for himself. He found a peace when he was working on things that didn't argue or move with him, things of a solid nature that were exactly what they appeared to be. It was possible that due to his inner belief of all living things having a balance, that material objects made of metals and circuits were more enjoyable to him, as he did not disturb their own balance.
Another hobby he practiced was languages, hoping to find a master with the same interests. He knew that being able to share a conversation in someones basic tongue gave the both sides ease, and often led to secrets that a foreign language would not. The way someone spoke said a lot about them, and the boy payed very close attention to people when they did.
RP Sample:
A high chirping sound all around him was the purpose for his near yelling volume, but even that was hard to hear above the sounds of the wildlife on this backwater planet. Darasu didn't mind forests, deserts, arctic or nearly any kind of ecosystem. But yet again he found himself in the one environment he didn't enjoy one bit; swamps.
The thick murk that the two trekked through was as awfully smelling as it felt, causing the young padawan to sigh every time he hit a small sinkhole where one of his legs would become submerged up to the knee.
"Even if the safe house is on this planet, the odds of us just stumbling onto it seem a bit out of our luck" Darasu growled while he yet again pulled another leg out of the murk, finally finding some drier land to walk on at the edge of the swamps mouth.
Although he couldn't see his master's face, he was sure that he was smiling while he said "Have my teachings gone unheard? Luck is just another form of the force. Klon taunted, while Darasu bowed his head a bit and silently agreed that this was true.
Now that they had actually reached solid ground to walk on, they made much better timing in covering the area. The caked mud on the back of his brown robe constantly smacked the back of his thighs, but he had learned patience and a lack of distraction in his time as a padawan. Or so he showed.
It seemed that his master Klon was not just randomly walking about the planets surface, but he was following a path of some sort. A trail that wasn't marked in the ground, but in the essence of life itself. They had been following a group of mercenaries for several days trying to track down their location. Not for a physical confrontation, but to confirm that they had kidnapped two children from the planet Nar Shaada, Darasu's home world.
The two started to slow pace, the younger always following the lead of his master, until they did come upon a small hutt made from metal; sticking out like a sore thumb. Darasu began to reach for his light saber, his pride and joy that he crafted nearly two years ago. But as his fingertips caressed the hilt, Klon turned and shook his head. Although hesitant, the young human nodded and dropped his hand back to his side.
Moving in on the metal structure, it was clear that it was deserted. Although someone had been here in the last few days, it didn't look like it was currently occupied. Klon moved towards a window with agility that a man his age shouldn't have possessed, but the force seemed to have kept him young and nimble. Watching Klon peer through the window, Darasu took his queue and moved towards the door as silently as possible. Moments later his master came around the side of the building, no longer moving with caution.
"It is fine, the mercenaries are not here." And pushed the door open.
Sure enough, inside were two small rodian children...
amazing huh? 