Post by hitmanhippo on Jun 12, 2014 20:57:57 GMT -5
Name:
Mongo Riss
Race:
Gungan
Age:
24
Height:
6'4
Weight:
200lbs
Appearance:
Mongo is of the Otolla subclass of the Gungan species, His Skin Tone is a burnt orange color that is slightly lighter on his hands. His eye color is a muddy brown which was pretty standard fare for most Gungans. His Haillu, or ears in basic, were kept untied behind his head and are about two and a half to three feet in length. Mongo usually wears pretty basic clothing which adheres to the jedi philosophy, a pair of light brown pants with a white tunic is his usual outfit. He also has a a robe for when he is in colder climates which is the color of sand. He has no need for shoes due to the tough skin on his feet.
Personality:
Mongo Riss tends to be a more stoic Gungan then most. This attitude came about most likely due to his training and life as a Jedi. He tends to observe more then speak, making sure he does not miss any details in what is going on his surroundings. When he does speak it is with the finesse and clarity of a diplomat, something he could have very well become had the Jedi not arrived and introduced him into their teachings when he was a child. He is not completely stone cold however and can show emotions such as joy and sadness. While he does well in not getting angry one will always know when Mongo is irritated by a series of oral clicks that he makes, a trait derived from his Gungan heritage. He has dedicated his whole life to the Jedi Temple will fiercely protect it from anyone that would do the order harm. He is also on good terms with most of the members of the order, having done missions with several of them since becoming a knight. While he is good with words when he choose to use them Mongo did not choose the path of the consular after becoming a knight. He observed but was not the type to sit and meditate for long periods of time. He believed that sometimes the blade, while unfortunate, was required.
Birth place:
Naboo, Otoh Gunga
Faction:
Jedi Order
Rank:
Knight
Lightsaber:
standard hilt
Color:
Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho-3
Makashi-0
Soresu-0
Ataru- 2
Shien / Djem So-2
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman-0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo-0
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 5
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection: 6
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 3
Bio:
Birth to youngling
Mongo Riss started off life as most gungan tadpoles did, in the great Gungan City Otah Gunga. Mongo Doesn't remember much of his life before the acadamy, granted he left when he was six years old. His mother had been a doctor in the city while his father had been a militiagung for the Gungan Grand Army. He lived a relatively normal life in the city, venturing occasionally out onto the surface with his mother. It was on one of these trips that a jedi, who had come to Theed looking for force sensitives, came across a young Mongo and offered to make him a candidate for training to be one of the legendary Jedi. His parents were slightly skeptical at first not wanting to lose their first born, yet after a long discussion they allowed to take young Mongo in for training.
They traveled to the Jedi temple on Coruscant where Mongo was initiated into a clan and began his life as a youngling. In his new clan he was surprised to discover that he was the only Gungan, Most Gungans back on Naboo tended to avoid surface dwellers so Mongo had very little experience with other sentient species. As a youngling he began he studies towards becoming a Jedi. During the mornings he and the rest of his clanmates would receive the beginnings of training in the force. This would lead into more common disciplines such as politics, history, and the sciences. After eating lunch the evenings were spent in physical training, the goal being to hone these small children into strong members of the order. Mongo particularly enjoyed the physical training the most of all his studies and despite having lived underwater for the majority of his life thus far he found that he was particularly good at the physical trails set before him by his trainers. It was also during this time that he developed a close friendship with a young zabrak named Mexoro. While generally friendly with all of his other clanmates Mexoro was the closest friend Mongo had, they constantly trained together, pushing each other to be better.
Padawan Years
After Several years of Training to become a Padawan the time was finally upon the clan to take part in the apprentice tournament. This tournament was set in place for younglings to demonstrate what they had learned thus far in their training hoping to catch the eye of a potential master, elevating them to padawans. The grounds filled quickly with excited Jedi, eager to see the next generation of potential knights and masters and the air seamed to buzz with the electricity as the beginning matches started. The two main younglings to watch however was Mexoro and Mongo. Mexoro was one of the most talented force users of the younglings, granted what he was taught at this stage in their training was minimal, he had shown a rapid development in his understanding of the force. Mongo on the other hand was the model student when it came to lightsaber dueling. He was often seen out in the practice yards during the limited free time they had going through the motions of the Shii-Cho style. It was due to these extra sessions that made Mongo a force to be reckoned with when it came to practice duels, quickly outmaneuvering his clanmates with surer footwork, harder strikes, and quicker ripostes.
After a long day of competition the final two contestants in the tournament were Mexoro and Mongo. The two met in the middle of the training grounds with a hushed crowd watching over them. They nodded to each other in respect before getting into their ready stances, waiting for the knight who was acting as referee to signal for them to begin. Once the signal was given the two slowly circled each other, every once and awhile probing one another, looking for a weakness or misstep that the other could capitalize on. Finally after several tense minutes Mexoro leaned in too far, attempted to push Mongo into the defensive. Mongo quickly parried the blow with his training saber and countered with one of the forms most basic yet fundamental techniques "disarming slash." Mexoro's training saber was ripped away from his hand and most would have thought the battle would be over right there yet somehow Mexoro managed to backstep away from Mongo and retrieve his saber. Not wanting to lose the advantage Mongo pressed forward, putting Mexoro on the defensive. Blows were exchanged one after the other but as time went on and the two padawan got more exhausted the strikes became more wild, the battle losing the small amount of finesse it had at its start. Mongo, slightly suprised that his friend lasted this long, attempted to end it once in for all by suddenly launching a barrage of quick thrusts and cuts, hoping the sudden change in pace would throw off Mexoro's guard. While it seemed to work at first Mexoro quickly countered, using the force to knock an off balanced Mongo off his feet. With his blade flung from his hand he quickly tried to get back on his feet, only to discover that Mexoro was already standing above him, blade at his neck.
Mongo looked shocked, how was it that he had lost? He had beaten Mexoro countless times during their swordsmanship training, he had spent countless extra hours practing Shii-cho, while the other children relaxed with the small amount of free time given to them. Yet, despite all of this he had been bested when it mattered most. Mongo wanted to be angry, he should have been angry, afterall this was the time where he had hoped to win the tournament and impress a knight or master enough to become their padawan and he had failed to do so. Yet he wasn't mad at the outcome, his friend had beaten him fair and square and to glower in anger only served to sour his friends victory. Mongo bowed his head in acceptance and the proctor of the fight announced Mexoro as the victor. After congratulating the young Zabrak for his victory Mongo began to head out of the practice arena, hoping to change out of the sweaty robes. A twi'lek master however stopped him outside of the arena. "You fought well today youngling." the master commented a small smile played across his face. Mongo bowed his head in respect of the older jedi. "Thank you for your kind words, but I lost the final battle. It was Mexoro who fought well." The Twi'lek looked thoughtful at the young Gungan before replying. "Yes, while it is true that your Zabrak friend bested you in combat today there is one thing you had shown that is surprising for one still so young. You did not allow your emotions to cloud your judgement, did not allow anger to force you into rash decisions. You practiced humility, accepted defeat when you had been beaten. These are very important traits for Jedi to have." My name is Uinup Kusuc and I have been monitoring your progress for awhile now. I have spoken to the council and they agreed, if you choose to continue the path of the Jedi, to allow me to take you on as my Padawan." Mongo was shocked at the sudden turn of events, while losing the tournament did not exempt you from gaining a master he had been sure that the lose in the final round would have scared away any potential candidates."I....I would be honored Master Kusuc" the young gungan said barely able to keep the excitement out of his voice as he bowed his head again. "Well then that is settled, you have the rest of today to yourself as i finalize things with the council. I shall expect you to return here at dawn tommorrow to began training as a padawan." After offering another thank you to his new master Mongo hurried back to his dormitory where he found his old clan mates all talking, some of them excited at having caught a masters eye during the tournament. Mongo quickly joined the group chattering away, excited to move on with the next stage of his life.
The first few years of his apprenticeship to master Kusuc were not the most exciting moments of his life. Being a new padawan he was still a bit away from creating his first lightsaber, he was also not yet allowed to go on some of the more dangerous missions set out by the council. The few missions he did attend with his master were more diplomatic in nature. He would sit quietly while his master would discuss treaty agreements and trade routes with dignitaries and senators from different worlds across the republic. When not on a mission off world Mongo would spend countless hours training with his master. They would go over the more advanced moves of Shii-Cho while Master Kusuc started teaching him the beginings of Ataru, the style that his master was most familiar with. While he saw the benefits of the style Mongo preferred Djem So, a form he had come across in his readings. Djem So brought the agressive attacks of Ataru while maintaining some of the defensiveness of Soresu, something that Mongo thought would serve him better. After bringing this up to Master Kusuc, and discussing it in length Master Kusuc agreed to began training him in Djem So.
As a child Mongo had been middle of the pack in terms of weight, however now as he was progressing through adolescence he had grown to be one of the taller members of his old clan. By the time he had reached fourteen years old he had already reached 5'7, with plenty of time still to grow. The baby fat he had receded into lean muscle and he was slowly starting to look more the part of a jedi. His personality also was starting to change slightly, influenced by his master. Uinup Kusuc was a patient master, always calm when he spoke and a master who always seemed like he was slightly amused by something. If you were to see him passing by the street, or talking to one of the locals you would hardly believe that he was a mighty jedi master. When you saw him fight it was a completely different story however, Ataru was known for its aggressive style, flips and kicks and wide slashes and with master Kusuc it was no different. It was like watching a blur of blue light when Mongo and his master spared. Yet after the fighting was over, calm peaceful Kusuc returned instantly as if they had done nothing but discuss the jedi code over tea.
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Mongo Riss
Race:
Gungan
Age:
24
Height:
6'4
Weight:
200lbs
Appearance:
Mongo is of the Otolla subclass of the Gungan species, His Skin Tone is a burnt orange color that is slightly lighter on his hands. His eye color is a muddy brown which was pretty standard fare for most Gungans. His Haillu, or ears in basic, were kept untied behind his head and are about two and a half to three feet in length. Mongo usually wears pretty basic clothing which adheres to the jedi philosophy, a pair of light brown pants with a white tunic is his usual outfit. He also has a a robe for when he is in colder climates which is the color of sand. He has no need for shoes due to the tough skin on his feet.
Personality:
Mongo Riss tends to be a more stoic Gungan then most. This attitude came about most likely due to his training and life as a Jedi. He tends to observe more then speak, making sure he does not miss any details in what is going on his surroundings. When he does speak it is with the finesse and clarity of a diplomat, something he could have very well become had the Jedi not arrived and introduced him into their teachings when he was a child. He is not completely stone cold however and can show emotions such as joy and sadness. While he does well in not getting angry one will always know when Mongo is irritated by a series of oral clicks that he makes, a trait derived from his Gungan heritage. He has dedicated his whole life to the Jedi Temple will fiercely protect it from anyone that would do the order harm. He is also on good terms with most of the members of the order, having done missions with several of them since becoming a knight. While he is good with words when he choose to use them Mongo did not choose the path of the consular after becoming a knight. He observed but was not the type to sit and meditate for long periods of time. He believed that sometimes the blade, while unfortunate, was required.
Birth place:
Naboo, Otoh Gunga
Faction:
Jedi Order
Rank:
Knight
Lightsaber:
standard hilt
Color:
Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho-3
Makashi-0
Soresu-0
Ataru- 2
Shien / Djem So-2
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman-0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo-0
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 5
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection: 6
Healing: 3
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 3
Bio:
Birth to youngling
Mongo Riss started off life as most gungan tadpoles did, in the great Gungan City Otah Gunga. Mongo Doesn't remember much of his life before the acadamy, granted he left when he was six years old. His mother had been a doctor in the city while his father had been a militiagung for the Gungan Grand Army. He lived a relatively normal life in the city, venturing occasionally out onto the surface with his mother. It was on one of these trips that a jedi, who had come to Theed looking for force sensitives, came across a young Mongo and offered to make him a candidate for training to be one of the legendary Jedi. His parents were slightly skeptical at first not wanting to lose their first born, yet after a long discussion they allowed to take young Mongo in for training.
They traveled to the Jedi temple on Coruscant where Mongo was initiated into a clan and began his life as a youngling. In his new clan he was surprised to discover that he was the only Gungan, Most Gungans back on Naboo tended to avoid surface dwellers so Mongo had very little experience with other sentient species. As a youngling he began he studies towards becoming a Jedi. During the mornings he and the rest of his clanmates would receive the beginnings of training in the force. This would lead into more common disciplines such as politics, history, and the sciences. After eating lunch the evenings were spent in physical training, the goal being to hone these small children into strong members of the order. Mongo particularly enjoyed the physical training the most of all his studies and despite having lived underwater for the majority of his life thus far he found that he was particularly good at the physical trails set before him by his trainers. It was also during this time that he developed a close friendship with a young zabrak named Mexoro. While generally friendly with all of his other clanmates Mexoro was the closest friend Mongo had, they constantly trained together, pushing each other to be better.
Padawan Years
After Several years of Training to become a Padawan the time was finally upon the clan to take part in the apprentice tournament. This tournament was set in place for younglings to demonstrate what they had learned thus far in their training hoping to catch the eye of a potential master, elevating them to padawans. The grounds filled quickly with excited Jedi, eager to see the next generation of potential knights and masters and the air seamed to buzz with the electricity as the beginning matches started. The two main younglings to watch however was Mexoro and Mongo. Mexoro was one of the most talented force users of the younglings, granted what he was taught at this stage in their training was minimal, he had shown a rapid development in his understanding of the force. Mongo on the other hand was the model student when it came to lightsaber dueling. He was often seen out in the practice yards during the limited free time they had going through the motions of the Shii-Cho style. It was due to these extra sessions that made Mongo a force to be reckoned with when it came to practice duels, quickly outmaneuvering his clanmates with surer footwork, harder strikes, and quicker ripostes.
After a long day of competition the final two contestants in the tournament were Mexoro and Mongo. The two met in the middle of the training grounds with a hushed crowd watching over them. They nodded to each other in respect before getting into their ready stances, waiting for the knight who was acting as referee to signal for them to begin. Once the signal was given the two slowly circled each other, every once and awhile probing one another, looking for a weakness or misstep that the other could capitalize on. Finally after several tense minutes Mexoro leaned in too far, attempted to push Mongo into the defensive. Mongo quickly parried the blow with his training saber and countered with one of the forms most basic yet fundamental techniques "disarming slash." Mexoro's training saber was ripped away from his hand and most would have thought the battle would be over right there yet somehow Mexoro managed to backstep away from Mongo and retrieve his saber. Not wanting to lose the advantage Mongo pressed forward, putting Mexoro on the defensive. Blows were exchanged one after the other but as time went on and the two padawan got more exhausted the strikes became more wild, the battle losing the small amount of finesse it had at its start. Mongo, slightly suprised that his friend lasted this long, attempted to end it once in for all by suddenly launching a barrage of quick thrusts and cuts, hoping the sudden change in pace would throw off Mexoro's guard. While it seemed to work at first Mexoro quickly countered, using the force to knock an off balanced Mongo off his feet. With his blade flung from his hand he quickly tried to get back on his feet, only to discover that Mexoro was already standing above him, blade at his neck.
Mongo looked shocked, how was it that he had lost? He had beaten Mexoro countless times during their swordsmanship training, he had spent countless extra hours practing Shii-cho, while the other children relaxed with the small amount of free time given to them. Yet, despite all of this he had been bested when it mattered most. Mongo wanted to be angry, he should have been angry, afterall this was the time where he had hoped to win the tournament and impress a knight or master enough to become their padawan and he had failed to do so. Yet he wasn't mad at the outcome, his friend had beaten him fair and square and to glower in anger only served to sour his friends victory. Mongo bowed his head in acceptance and the proctor of the fight announced Mexoro as the victor. After congratulating the young Zabrak for his victory Mongo began to head out of the practice arena, hoping to change out of the sweaty robes. A twi'lek master however stopped him outside of the arena. "You fought well today youngling." the master commented a small smile played across his face. Mongo bowed his head in respect of the older jedi. "Thank you for your kind words, but I lost the final battle. It was Mexoro who fought well." The Twi'lek looked thoughtful at the young Gungan before replying. "Yes, while it is true that your Zabrak friend bested you in combat today there is one thing you had shown that is surprising for one still so young. You did not allow your emotions to cloud your judgement, did not allow anger to force you into rash decisions. You practiced humility, accepted defeat when you had been beaten. These are very important traits for Jedi to have." My name is Uinup Kusuc and I have been monitoring your progress for awhile now. I have spoken to the council and they agreed, if you choose to continue the path of the Jedi, to allow me to take you on as my Padawan." Mongo was shocked at the sudden turn of events, while losing the tournament did not exempt you from gaining a master he had been sure that the lose in the final round would have scared away any potential candidates."I....I would be honored Master Kusuc" the young gungan said barely able to keep the excitement out of his voice as he bowed his head again. "Well then that is settled, you have the rest of today to yourself as i finalize things with the council. I shall expect you to return here at dawn tommorrow to began training as a padawan." After offering another thank you to his new master Mongo hurried back to his dormitory where he found his old clan mates all talking, some of them excited at having caught a masters eye during the tournament. Mongo quickly joined the group chattering away, excited to move on with the next stage of his life.
The first few years of his apprenticeship to master Kusuc were not the most exciting moments of his life. Being a new padawan he was still a bit away from creating his first lightsaber, he was also not yet allowed to go on some of the more dangerous missions set out by the council. The few missions he did attend with his master were more diplomatic in nature. He would sit quietly while his master would discuss treaty agreements and trade routes with dignitaries and senators from different worlds across the republic. When not on a mission off world Mongo would spend countless hours training with his master. They would go over the more advanced moves of Shii-Cho while Master Kusuc started teaching him the beginings of Ataru, the style that his master was most familiar with. While he saw the benefits of the style Mongo preferred Djem So, a form he had come across in his readings. Djem So brought the agressive attacks of Ataru while maintaining some of the defensiveness of Soresu, something that Mongo thought would serve him better. After bringing this up to Master Kusuc, and discussing it in length Master Kusuc agreed to began training him in Djem So.
As a child Mongo had been middle of the pack in terms of weight, however now as he was progressing through adolescence he had grown to be one of the taller members of his old clan. By the time he had reached fourteen years old he had already reached 5'7, with plenty of time still to grow. The baby fat he had receded into lean muscle and he was slowly starting to look more the part of a jedi. His personality also was starting to change slightly, influenced by his master. Uinup Kusuc was a patient master, always calm when he spoke and a master who always seemed like he was slightly amused by something. If you were to see him passing by the street, or talking to one of the locals you would hardly believe that he was a mighty jedi master. When you saw him fight it was a completely different story however, Ataru was known for its aggressive style, flips and kicks and wide slashes and with master Kusuc it was no different. It was like watching a blur of blue light when Mongo and his master spared. Yet after the fighting was over, calm peaceful Kusuc returned instantly as if they had done nothing but discuss the jedi code over tea.
One morning during their daily meditation Master Kusuc cleared his throat suddenly and asked Mongo to repeat the Jedi code. Mongo, slightly taken aback by the sudden interruption of meditation, cleared his throat and recited the code he had long ago memorized. "There is no Emotion, there is Peace. There is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge. There is no Passion, there is Serenity. There is no Chaos, There is Harmony. There is no Death, there is the Force." Uinup nodded as his pupil finished reciting the orders creed. "Very good. Now what do you think those words mean?"
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