Post by Faeruy on Jun 14, 2014 2:06:58 GMT -5
Name: Pikal
Race: Omwati
Age: 25
Height: 6’5”
Weight:150 lb
Appearance:
Pikal is a fairly typical Omwati; he’s tall and lanky with pale, icy blue skin. He has large indigo-blue eyes that overwhelm the rest of his face and his otherwise sharp, bird-like features. Like most Omwati, he is physically very fragile - he appears to be underweight and has no visible muscle tone.His ‘hair’ , or rather the feathery down-like threads that cover his head, is an pearlescent white color; under the right light it can appear almost pink. He keeps it shoulder length; due to it’s odd nature it has a tendency to stick out in all directions, giving Pikal a perpetually unkempt appearance. His height isn’t always apparent; years of intense study and extreme shyness have given Pikal a terribly slouchy posture. His dress does not help manners; he wears the typical brown Jedi robes but even those cut to his size hang off of him. The overall effect is of an adolescent just rolled out of bed.
Pikal often has dark circles under his eyes; a result of too many sleepless nights. Not many people can see them though, since he rarely raises his eyes to meet their gaze. His pale blue often has a darker flush to it; he’s easily embarrassed and it shows on his face. He quietly and apologetically, as if he’s afraid his presence will bother someone. He’s never seen out of his robes, and while a lightsaber hangs at his side, he wears it uncomfortably, and it’s rare that he ever reaches for it. The gawky Omwati is a bit clumsy; prone to tripping over his own feet.
Personality:
Pikal in general is a very shy, nervous, insecure young man. He is uneasy around people, especially strangers. Simply speaking is a bit of a hardship; he stutters and stammers his way through the majority of interactions. When he does speak, it is with a high, bird-like trill, though due to the stutter it sounds more than little like a broken record. His shyness stems from a fear of upsetting others; of saying or doing the wrong thing, of appearing stupid or offensive. He is aware that fear can lead to the Dark Side and he works hard to suppress and control his anxiety. It is, however, an uphill battle for him and it doesn’t prevent his dealings with people from being anything other than awkward. On the plus side, Pikal is a gentle and good-hearted soul. He cares very deeply for all life in the galaxy and it is his desire to see creatures safe and at peace. This shows most often in his bedside manner; with the sick and injured, Pikal is calm, confident, and very attentive to the needs of his patients. He believes with all his heart that his purpose in the Jedi Order is to aid those who are suffering. This sensitivity and kindness are not without it’s drawbacks; in his desire to aid, failure becomes unthinkable and when it inevitably occurs Pikal’s insecurities come to the surface.
Underneath all of the layers of self-doubt, uncertainty, and anxiety resides a core of pure steel. In the most dire circumstances, when the lives of others depend on him, Pikal can and will find the strength he needs to act without hesitation. Very few ever get to know this side of him, for he doesn’t often find himself in situations that call for it. The knowledge of this iron will within Pikal is what drew his Master to him, and ultimately is the reason why Pikal managed to become a full Jedi Knight and not just one of the younglings left to join the medicorps.
Like most Omwati, Pikal has a high innate intelligence, which he has cultivated to an astonishing degree over the years. He spends a lot of time in the Temple library studying; his primary passions are biology, botany and history. Biology and botany because he believes it will help him become a better healer, and history because he believes it necessary to understanding the Jedi’s place in galactic society. Pikal retains information easily, and has a tendency to babble awkwardly and at length when asked about his pet subjects. Computers and tech come easy to Pikal, though they don’t interest him much; he knows enough to be trusted with minor repairs and maintenance but little else.
Birth place: Balmorra
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Knight Consular - Healer
Lightsaber: Shoto, single-phase
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
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: 3
Telepathic: 6
Body: 2
Sense: 6
Protection: 7
Healing: 7
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Plant Surge
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Pikal’s parents were once freemen, part of the community of Omwati that made their home on Courscant. Like many Omwati, their natural aptitude with machinery and computers lead both Qwa Lin and Xaxel to careers in droid manufacturing. There the two of them met, fell in love, and began to plan a family. Their plans changed when the newly married pair went on a routinue call to Alderaan to deliver a set of protocol droids. Their ship was intercepted by thieves in a ship that was larger and more heavily armed than their own. Aware that Xaxel was in the early stages of pregnancy and concerned for their own survival the Omwati surrendered both the droids and themselves. The thieves took the droids for themselves and sold the pair to the next slaver they came across. The slaver, aware of the value of Omwati engineers, sold Qwa Lin and Xaxel for an obscenely high price to a Balmorran factory owner. Collared, unarmed, and expecting a child, the two of them saw no way out of their predicament and resigned themselves to their lot.
By and by, Pikal came along and brought some small joy into his parents’ life. He was a happy babe and his parents loved and nurtured him as much as they were able. Xaxel often carried him around while she worked on factory droids and dreamed of the day they could set their son free to live his own life. For a few years the little family was almost happy. It wouldn’t last. Their master knew about Pikal - there was no way he couldn’t - but the Omwati assumed that he would let them raise their son and keep him on as another slave to work at the factory. Their master had other plans. A young, impressionable, intelligent Omwati child could bring a very good price on the slave market. At three years of age, Pikal was sold to a Balmorran politician looking for a page boy who could be trained to perform whatever tasks a corrupt politician could possibly want. The last time Pikal saw his parents, they were sobbing as their only son was carted away on a speeder.
Pikal spent a year with his new master. The politician used the child to wait on him, serve refreshments to guests and carry extremely discreet messages to his allies. When not so employed by his master, Pikal spent his time with the politician’s starship pilot and engineer. The old Durosian had been tasked to teach Pikal everything he knew as a replacement. The pilot was a harsh man and unaccustomed to children. Pikal, being intelligent and eager to please tried his best but his lessons often touched on subjects that were far beyond the young child’s comprehension. Failure in lessons was severe punishment, usually by way of shock collar. Punishment also awaited Pikal for any minor infraction despite her extreme youth; a dropped plate, tears, even talking out of turn. Soon the once happy toddler became a quiet and withdrawn child.
When Pikla was four, his master invited over some dignitaries for a party. One of them had brought a guest; a Jedi helping out with some very tense negotiations. Master Tris was a Twi’lek and had been part of the Order for many years serving as a diplomat and seeker of Force-sensitive youths. At the party, he Sensed a nascent presence; a child showing signs of connection to the Force. Curious, he asked the host about any children present; the politician called over Pikal who thought he was going to be in trouble again. He didn’t look at the Jedi or his master, but he did have a feeling that something important was about to happen. For his part, Master Tris knew he had found the Force-sensitive and realized that the child was young enough to be trained as a Jedi, though he worried that as a slave-child Pikal might have experienced too much already. Still, he was not prepared to let a Force-sensitive continue life as a slave. At first he simply asked for Pikal, but when the politician went on about the amount of money he’d spent on the child Master Tris used Persuasion instead. Before Pikal knew what was happening, he was stripped of the slave collar and on a ship headed for the Jedi Temple on Courscant.
Freedom and the Jedi Temple were a whole new world for Pikal. There were children his own age, teachers with kind faces, nobody to shock him for making a mistake. There was play, and lessons, and meditations. He once again was part of a family; a clan made up of highly intelligent children and their instructor. That is not to say that everything was smooth-sailing. For Pikal there was a long adjustment period; in the first few weeks he didn’t talk at all, leading others to believe him mute. For months after that, he flinched before opening his mouth, as if awaiting punishment. The other younglings, most of whom had been raised by the Jedi since birth, were friendly towards, if a bit put off by, the strange, nervous child. His instructor spent much time trying to coax some confidence into the child; without it, they feared that he would never get the control needed to stay on the Light Side.
Slowly, as time passed, Pikal grew more comfortable, at least around his clan. He was still a quiet child, but he shone during lessons about the Force and the history of the Jedi. He proved to have a natural talent for healing and he worked with an almost single minded dedication to honing his skills in that area. His desire to please started to show; he was always the first to volunteer whenever their instructor needed an aide and he tried to help his clanmates who struggled His help was appreciated in the general scheme of things, although occasionally his stuttered explanations went over the heads of his clanmates. Most were kind enough not to say anything, but kids being kids, a few got mad and started teasing him, sending the Omwati back into his shell. The adults nipped it in the bud where they could but it meant progress with Pikal often seemed to be two steps forward, one step back.
When it came to combat, Pikal was exceptionally slow. Even in his clan, who tended to be more intellectual than physical to begin with, he was near the bottom when it came to learning the basics that led to proficiency with a lightsaber. Pikal was clumsy. pure and simple. It got worse when he was asked to fight others; Pikal had a strong aversion to causing harm. Even when assured that he wouldn’t really hurt someone during practice he approached combat with a frustrating timidity. As he got older, he grew more and more nervous that he would not be selected as a Padawan. Everything he learned up to that point made him certain that he wanted to be a Jedi; he wanted to spend his life helping others in a way that only the Jedi could. He spent extra time with his instructors and his clan to get his training saber skills up to the level of the other younglings and he meditated often, seeking the calm he so often lacked. Still, while others were chosen as Padawans, Pikal stayed without a Master, and he knew that the Council were considering sending him to the medicorps.
RP Sample:
Race: Omwati
Age: 25
Height: 6’5”
Weight:150 lb
Appearance:
Pikal is a fairly typical Omwati; he’s tall and lanky with pale, icy blue skin. He has large indigo-blue eyes that overwhelm the rest of his face and his otherwise sharp, bird-like features. Like most Omwati, he is physically very fragile - he appears to be underweight and has no visible muscle tone.His ‘hair’ , or rather the feathery down-like threads that cover his head, is an pearlescent white color; under the right light it can appear almost pink. He keeps it shoulder length; due to it’s odd nature it has a tendency to stick out in all directions, giving Pikal a perpetually unkempt appearance. His height isn’t always apparent; years of intense study and extreme shyness have given Pikal a terribly slouchy posture. His dress does not help manners; he wears the typical brown Jedi robes but even those cut to his size hang off of him. The overall effect is of an adolescent just rolled out of bed.
Pikal often has dark circles under his eyes; a result of too many sleepless nights. Not many people can see them though, since he rarely raises his eyes to meet their gaze. His pale blue often has a darker flush to it; he’s easily embarrassed and it shows on his face. He quietly and apologetically, as if he’s afraid his presence will bother someone. He’s never seen out of his robes, and while a lightsaber hangs at his side, he wears it uncomfortably, and it’s rare that he ever reaches for it. The gawky Omwati is a bit clumsy; prone to tripping over his own feet.
Personality:
Pikal in general is a very shy, nervous, insecure young man. He is uneasy around people, especially strangers. Simply speaking is a bit of a hardship; he stutters and stammers his way through the majority of interactions. When he does speak, it is with a high, bird-like trill, though due to the stutter it sounds more than little like a broken record. His shyness stems from a fear of upsetting others; of saying or doing the wrong thing, of appearing stupid or offensive. He is aware that fear can lead to the Dark Side and he works hard to suppress and control his anxiety. It is, however, an uphill battle for him and it doesn’t prevent his dealings with people from being anything other than awkward. On the plus side, Pikal is a gentle and good-hearted soul. He cares very deeply for all life in the galaxy and it is his desire to see creatures safe and at peace. This shows most often in his bedside manner; with the sick and injured, Pikal is calm, confident, and very attentive to the needs of his patients. He believes with all his heart that his purpose in the Jedi Order is to aid those who are suffering. This sensitivity and kindness are not without it’s drawbacks; in his desire to aid, failure becomes unthinkable and when it inevitably occurs Pikal’s insecurities come to the surface.
Underneath all of the layers of self-doubt, uncertainty, and anxiety resides a core of pure steel. In the most dire circumstances, when the lives of others depend on him, Pikal can and will find the strength he needs to act without hesitation. Very few ever get to know this side of him, for he doesn’t often find himself in situations that call for it. The knowledge of this iron will within Pikal is what drew his Master to him, and ultimately is the reason why Pikal managed to become a full Jedi Knight and not just one of the younglings left to join the medicorps.
Like most Omwati, Pikal has a high innate intelligence, which he has cultivated to an astonishing degree over the years. He spends a lot of time in the Temple library studying; his primary passions are biology, botany and history. Biology and botany because he believes it will help him become a better healer, and history because he believes it necessary to understanding the Jedi’s place in galactic society. Pikal retains information easily, and has a tendency to babble awkwardly and at length when asked about his pet subjects. Computers and tech come easy to Pikal, though they don’t interest him much; he knows enough to be trusted with minor repairs and maintenance but little else.
Birth place: Balmorra
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Knight Consular - Healer
Lightsaber: Shoto, single-phase
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
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: 3
Telepathic: 6
Body: 2
Sense: 6
Protection: 7
Healing: 7
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills:
Plant Surge
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Born A Slave
Birth-4
Birth-4
Pikal’s parents were once freemen, part of the community of Omwati that made their home on Courscant. Like many Omwati, their natural aptitude with machinery and computers lead both Qwa Lin and Xaxel to careers in droid manufacturing. There the two of them met, fell in love, and began to plan a family. Their plans changed when the newly married pair went on a routinue call to Alderaan to deliver a set of protocol droids. Their ship was intercepted by thieves in a ship that was larger and more heavily armed than their own. Aware that Xaxel was in the early stages of pregnancy and concerned for their own survival the Omwati surrendered both the droids and themselves. The thieves took the droids for themselves and sold the pair to the next slaver they came across. The slaver, aware of the value of Omwati engineers, sold Qwa Lin and Xaxel for an obscenely high price to a Balmorran factory owner. Collared, unarmed, and expecting a child, the two of them saw no way out of their predicament and resigned themselves to their lot.
By and by, Pikal came along and brought some small joy into his parents’ life. He was a happy babe and his parents loved and nurtured him as much as they were able. Xaxel often carried him around while she worked on factory droids and dreamed of the day they could set their son free to live his own life. For a few years the little family was almost happy. It wouldn’t last. Their master knew about Pikal - there was no way he couldn’t - but the Omwati assumed that he would let them raise their son and keep him on as another slave to work at the factory. Their master had other plans. A young, impressionable, intelligent Omwati child could bring a very good price on the slave market. At three years of age, Pikal was sold to a Balmorran politician looking for a page boy who could be trained to perform whatever tasks a corrupt politician could possibly want. The last time Pikal saw his parents, they were sobbing as their only son was carted away on a speeder.
Pikal spent a year with his new master. The politician used the child to wait on him, serve refreshments to guests and carry extremely discreet messages to his allies. When not so employed by his master, Pikal spent his time with the politician’s starship pilot and engineer. The old Durosian had been tasked to teach Pikal everything he knew as a replacement. The pilot was a harsh man and unaccustomed to children. Pikal, being intelligent and eager to please tried his best but his lessons often touched on subjects that were far beyond the young child’s comprehension. Failure in lessons was severe punishment, usually by way of shock collar. Punishment also awaited Pikal for any minor infraction despite her extreme youth; a dropped plate, tears, even talking out of turn. Soon the once happy toddler became a quiet and withdrawn child.
When Pikla was four, his master invited over some dignitaries for a party. One of them had brought a guest; a Jedi helping out with some very tense negotiations. Master Tris was a Twi’lek and had been part of the Order for many years serving as a diplomat and seeker of Force-sensitive youths. At the party, he Sensed a nascent presence; a child showing signs of connection to the Force. Curious, he asked the host about any children present; the politician called over Pikal who thought he was going to be in trouble again. He didn’t look at the Jedi or his master, but he did have a feeling that something important was about to happen. For his part, Master Tris knew he had found the Force-sensitive and realized that the child was young enough to be trained as a Jedi, though he worried that as a slave-child Pikal might have experienced too much already. Still, he was not prepared to let a Force-sensitive continue life as a slave. At first he simply asked for Pikal, but when the politician went on about the amount of money he’d spent on the child Master Tris used Persuasion instead. Before Pikal knew what was happening, he was stripped of the slave collar and on a ship headed for the Jedi Temple on Courscant.
The Quiet Youngling
4-12
4-12
Freedom and the Jedi Temple were a whole new world for Pikal. There were children his own age, teachers with kind faces, nobody to shock him for making a mistake. There was play, and lessons, and meditations. He once again was part of a family; a clan made up of highly intelligent children and their instructor. That is not to say that everything was smooth-sailing. For Pikal there was a long adjustment period; in the first few weeks he didn’t talk at all, leading others to believe him mute. For months after that, he flinched before opening his mouth, as if awaiting punishment. The other younglings, most of whom had been raised by the Jedi since birth, were friendly towards, if a bit put off by, the strange, nervous child. His instructor spent much time trying to coax some confidence into the child; without it, they feared that he would never get the control needed to stay on the Light Side.
Slowly, as time passed, Pikal grew more comfortable, at least around his clan. He was still a quiet child, but he shone during lessons about the Force and the history of the Jedi. He proved to have a natural talent for healing and he worked with an almost single minded dedication to honing his skills in that area. His desire to please started to show; he was always the first to volunteer whenever their instructor needed an aide and he tried to help his clanmates who struggled His help was appreciated in the general scheme of things, although occasionally his stuttered explanations went over the heads of his clanmates. Most were kind enough not to say anything, but kids being kids, a few got mad and started teasing him, sending the Omwati back into his shell. The adults nipped it in the bud where they could but it meant progress with Pikal often seemed to be two steps forward, one step back.
When it came to combat, Pikal was exceptionally slow. Even in his clan, who tended to be more intellectual than physical to begin with, he was near the bottom when it came to learning the basics that led to proficiency with a lightsaber. Pikal was clumsy. pure and simple. It got worse when he was asked to fight others; Pikal had a strong aversion to causing harm. Even when assured that he wouldn’t really hurt someone during practice he approached combat with a frustrating timidity. As he got older, he grew more and more nervous that he would not be selected as a Padawan. Everything he learned up to that point made him certain that he wanted to be a Jedi; he wanted to spend his life helping others in a way that only the Jedi could. He spent extra time with his instructors and his clan to get his training saber skills up to the level of the other younglings and he meditated often, seeking the calm he so often lacked. Still, while others were chosen as Padawans, Pikal stayed without a Master, and he knew that the Council were considering sending him to the medicorps.
RP Sample: