Post by Ascending_1 on Sept 21, 2014 16:15:50 GMT -5
Name: Sanctus Corax
Race: Umbaran
Age: 16
Height: 6'
Weight: 180 lbs.
Appearance: Sanctus is nearly everything that one would expect of an Umbaran, physically. From gaunt features to pale gray skin, and from white eyes to unnerving stare.
This pale Padawan favors light colors when choosing his attire, hoping to distance himself from the less than outstanding reputation of his people as much as possible. Additionally, it makes it quite easy for him to integrate colors that fall outside of the visible ranges of other species, but well within his own.
What seem like standard Jedi robes of a nearly white shade of gray, are in fact alive with color and interesting geometric patterns. At least to Sanctus' eyes.
While he does grow hair that is white in color, Sanctus prefers to keep his head shaved. The only hair on his head (aside from his eyebrows) is the traditional Padawan braid.
Personality: Sanctus possesses a generally cool, nearly apathetic personality, at least outwardly. At times, he can come across as condescending or snooty, although he is trying to correct that quirk.
When it comes to knowledge, whether it relates to science, people, or simply the layout of a starship, Sanctus is almost insatiable in his desire to absorb it. He prefers to do this by experiencing the subject in person, although his imagination has had to suffice for the most part.
Eager to learn, and eager to progress along the path of the Jedi, Sanctus often spends his time speaking with the other members of the Order, hoping to glean some bit of information from them.
In regards to combat, he prefers to keep his distance, favoring patience over recklessness. When an opponent rushes him, he will do what he can to keep them at a lighstabers reach at least, darting out of their path or evading them altogether, until such time as he spots a weakness or an opening, or when he feels they have tired themselves to the point of failure.
Sanctus favors subtlety in his practice of the Force. Not one to show off with telekinetic barrages, he prefers to get the greatest result for the least effort. Compromising a dueling opponents footing, pressing against their minds just enough to distract them, all are examples of how Sanctus might utilize his less than exemplary command of the Force in combat.
Altogether, Sanctus far favors diplomacy and investigation to combat, if he could choose one over the other. In combat, his goal is always to end it as quickly, decisively, and painlessly as possible - for all participants.
Birth place: Umbara, Capital City
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: Single-Phase
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 2
Makashi 1
Soresu 2
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield& N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 4
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Family History
However, his parents were less than satisfied to remain in their station. Greed would be their downfall, although Sanctus himself would never be made aware of that fact.
Thinking themselves clever, his family arranged for their ascension to nigh-royalty status through the typical application of blackmail and assassination. Their rivals in the clan Unhalig, deceived into friendship with the family for decades, would be the bodies that clan Corax stood on to reach the top.
And it worked. The deception was flawless, and the executions were incapable of incriminating clan Corax. Nearly every individual who could speak out against them was silenced. Those who were not killed were thought to have gone into seclusion, for fear of their lives.
For a time, the Corax clan luxuriated. They were royalty. When Sanctus was born, he was raised as a prince, and at an early age began exhibiting traits of his noble upbringing. Propriety, as well as cunning, were instilled in him from a young age.
However, his status as an elite member of Umbaran society would be short lived.
At five years of age, his family was approached by a Jedi Watchman, and informed that Sanctus was believed to be sensitive to the Force. Initially, they scoffed at the request to whisk their "prince" away to some temple.
After the retaliation of clan Unhalig came, however, they would beg the Jedi to save their son. After years of hiding, their rivals struck back with long harbored bloodlust, picking off members of clan Corax until it was no longer salvageable.
When Sanctus was given to the Jedi, his mother and father were the only remaining members of his clan. They were killed shortly after his arrival at the temple. Pains were taken to ensure that Sanctus forgot about the family feud as quickly as possible, so that he would not later be drawn to the dark side by a lust for revenge.
Sanctus the Youngling
Life at the Jedi temple agreed with the young Umbaran. He was able to enjoy and quickly dive into his studies, both physical, spiritual and mental. He was also pleased to find that his existing manners, while in need of some fine-tuning, made him fairly appreciated among his instructors. Unfortunately, they simultaneously earned him a fair amount of ire from his peers.
Several memories of his time at the temple stand out the most to Sanctus. His first use of the Force to affect the world around him, a simple nudging of a wooden block. His first time igniting a training lightsaber. The first real injury he had ever sustained, a sprained ankle as a result of a bad fall during a physical training exercise.
Most prominent, however, was his rivalry with one of the other younglings in his clan. A human boy, named Harran Mah, who stood out as one of the more boisterous and talented younglings. The two had friction in their relationship from the beginning, with Sanctus feeling that Harran was uncouth and obnoxious, and Harran feeling that Sanctus was condescending and clung to his former status as "royalty."
Their attitudes often earned one or both of them reprimands from the instructors, who could not stress enough the importance of peace, serenity and harmony.
Their conflict came to a peak at the age of 12 (Harran was slightly older than Sanctus, and despairing of ever becoming a Padawan), when the two were paired against one another in a sparring match, designed by their saber instructors to be as challenging as possible in order to promote thinking outside of the box.
The two were put into a chamber, full of obstacles and tripping hazards, given training sabers, and instructed to spar until a victor was determined. Then, as a surprise, the lights were extinguished.
Thinking back, Sanctus understood that his naturally advantageous sight was meant to mean less in that test, as the light of their lightsabers would deny him that advantage. Of course, in the moment, he simply thought that fortune had smiled on him, and he began to circle the chamber, keeping out of Harran's view. By that time, the boy had earned a reputation for fighting dirty, for his aggression in combat, and his early command of the force push.
The round ended after several minutes, with Harran growing more and more angry that Sanctus did not ignite his lightsaber. He called him a coward, and leapt to the top of one of the obstacles - a tall column - hoping to illuminate more of the chamber from a higher vantage point.
It was then that Sanctus made his attack. Not to defeat Harran, but to disarm him. He crept up behind the boy, sticking to the shadows, and followed him to the top of the column. Once there, he attempted to relieve Harran of his lightsaber. The boy sensed his presence, however, and spun to attack, finally prompting Sanctus to ignite his own saber to parry the attack.
They traded a few blows, before Harran drew back in preparation to deliver a force push. Sanctus, not wanting to be thrown from the column, moved quickly to stop the attack - charging straight at the human youngling.
He hit Harran with his shoulder, causing him to throw his push off into the darkness, as well as sending him toppling down to the hard, unforgiving floor below.
The lights came on abruptly, and Sanctus was blinded momentarily. When his eyes adjusted, he saw that several medical droids were tending to Harran, who was unresponsive and appeared to have broken several bones.
Immediately ashamed, Sanctus fled the chamber before anyone could stop him.
Later, when asked why he had avoided the other boy for so long, Sanctus would answer with silence. The truth was, he knew that Harran would dominate him in a sparring match. So, he opted to make it more of a mental exercise, an area where he knew he had the advantage.
When asked why he had fled, he spoke truthfully. He had not intended to hurt the boy, and was ashamed of himself for doing so.
Harran eventually recovered, although his anger in general increased. He was not taken as a Padawan by any Master's choice, but was assigned to a Master who was trusted to help him overcome his aggression.
Sanctus himself was taken as a Padawan shortly after the incident.
Padawan Sanctus
[[TBD - Would like a Master]]
RP Sample:
Sanctus the Mediator
"I'm not leaving until I get my money back! You could have killed me!"
"You are mistaken, sir. My products are subjected to stringent product testing before their sale. Please leave my stall."
It took all of Sanctus' willpower to refrain from sighing. He had been stopped on the streets of Coruscant by a CSF droid, who was apparently operating under the assumption that he could just foist his own duties on passing Jedi. Even after explaining that he was only a Padawan (and a Padawan who was running late, at that), the man would not relent.
It clearly had no "talking to Jedi" programming. It may have been missing some "manners" programming, as well.
So, hoping to resolve the issue quickly, Sanctus had followed the droid to the scene of the crime, such as it was.
One man, a surly looking human, who claimed to work as an engineer, had recently purchased some tools from an Ithorian merchant.
Everything had looked pristine and functional in the stall, but as soon as the tools were subjected to a bit of use, they failed, nearly resulting in an explosion that could have cost the human his life.
Allegedly.
The Ithorian, however, claimed that any issue with the product must have been a result of operator error. He refused to say much else.
After hearing both sides, Sanctus drew back the hood of his robes, having made a point to keep it up during their recollections.
His unveiling was slow and deliberate, as he fully meant to use his admittedly unnerving appearance to throw them off balance. Hopefully, a bit of staring and probing would yield the truth.
The man was visibly perturbed by the sight of Sanctus' appearance. His gaunt cheeks, pale gray skin, and white irises were certainly distinctive. The fact that those eyes were currently set coldly on his own only added to his discomfort. Sanctus definitely looked more suspicious than peaceful at that moment.
Although in truth he just wanted to get back to his Master.
"So," the Umbaran Padawan began, his soft voice an odd blend of the Umbaran and Coruscanti accents. Stepping a bit closer to the human, his gaze never shifting from the mans eyes, he continued. "You claim that this merchant sold you faulty goods. What evidence do you have? Did you bring the tools you purchased?"
"Uh... No." The human replied, eyes shifting away from Sanctus' gaze nervously. Sanctus, for his part, began reaching out with the Force, augmenting his already impressive racial abilities in the hope of drawing the truth from the man.
I sense your hesitation, human... He thought, not allowing himself to grin. You do not want to lie to me...
"Indeed." Sanctus said, narrowing his eyes slightly before turning his gaze to the Ithorian. "Merchant. Do you have any more stock of the items this man purchased?"
"Of course." The Ithorian replied. He might have had a smug tone, but Sanctus found it difficult to tell. His understanding of Ithorian expression was not as impressive as it could have been.
"Please bring me the items he ordered."
While the Ithorian merchant was going through his stock, Sanctus took the time to stare at the human, who was sweating noticeably now, despite the cool air.
What are you hiding? Sanctus thought, crossing his arms, his gesture serving to draw attention to his lightsaber.
Of course, it would have been a simple matter for him to simply influence the will of one of the parties and get a confession from them, but that was, in his opinion, both wrong and uninteresting. Much more rewarding to draw the truth out through investigation, rather than coercion. There was also less room for his Master to yell at him.
The merchant returned with a small armful of equipment, which he set out on his counter for Sanctus to inspect. He did so, checking each piece of equipment at length, before turning back to the customer.
"Which of these did you have an issue with?" He asked.
"Plasma welder, right there." The man replied, pointing to the tool. Sanctus nodded and picked up the tool.
"Careful with that," he man added.
"Thank you." Sanctus said, activating the welder and stretching his senses towards, around, and through the tool, looking for any faults and waiting for some sign of danger.
None was forthcoming. The welder was in fine working order.
"Officer," Sanctus called, holding out the tool for the CSF droid to take. "Escort this customer home and collect his faulty equipment for analysis. Bring this tool as well. If there are any discrepancies in either item, you may proceed accordingly."
