Post by Lane on Nov 29, 2014 19:13:59 GMT -5
Name: Draxius Kelvorn
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 157 pounds
Appearance:
Draxius has light-brown hair which he usually keeps cut at a medium length (a bit pas his ears), and shaggy on top. He has a natural part in the center of his heads, and does minimal styling; usually preferring to comb it to the part. His face is round, but gaunt at the cheeks and under the eyes from leading a life on the run, and the stress that accompanies it. He has light-hazel eyes typically, although they do range from light hazel, to a darker, more yellowed colour at times. His nose is ever so slightly off center from being broken by a fellow Padawan during training, he chose not to have it set as a gentle tease at her clumsiness. He is slightly paled from years of living in the lower-city of Courscant, and from months on the run as of late.
Draxius would be described as slightly taller than average, lanky and lean, not muscular, with knobby-knees. He used to have an awkward gait when he waked, as if he had grown too quickly but training has replaced that with a confident, near swagger.
He has no notable scars, or tattoos. Draxius has an odd assortment of clothing. The muted browns and light colours of the Jedi robes that he hasn't yet replaced. He also has a few articles of darker street clothes more suited to the urban environments. He also owns a set of Initiate robes provided by the Sith temple.
Personality: Draxius would be described by others as alarmingly charismatic, quick-tongued. and incredibly clever. The same people would also say that for all his charisma they couldn't help but feel as though Draxius was just ever so out of reach, like getting close to him was like grasping tendrils of smoke.
Despite this Draxius did make friends at the Jedi Temple as a Padawan, and they would ascribe traits that in hindsight may have foreshadowed his fall to the dark side. Draith is fiercely loyal, to those who have earned his respect, he is a driven personality who locks in on one objective and relentlessly sees it accomplished. Draxius has been described as calculating and manipulative if the occasion seems to call for it.
Draxius has a wry, dry sense of humour, and has been both hailed as a brilliant purveyor of sarcasm and a "smart-ass". On more than once occasion an off-the-cuff remark has landed him in trouble with the more senior Jedi.
Initiate Kelvorn has a rigid, child-like sense of morals and justice, believing strongly in "eye for an eye" style justice, which ultimately would lead to his fall from grace. He also has the additional problem of being a teenager, and controlling his emotions.
Birth place: Courscant
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi
Previous Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: Curved hilt, single blade.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: 1
Soresu: N/A
Ataru: 2
Shien / Djem So: N/A
Niman : N/A
Juyo: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills: None currently.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
Draxius Kelvorn was born as the youngest of eight to Tellamin and Aisha Kelvorn in the year 3616 BBY. His mother sold knickknacks and art on the lower streets and his father worked security at a semi-shady bar, and was an on-again-off-again Deathstick dealer. Having flaky sources of income and quite a few children Draxius grew up in abject poverty. From a young age he learned to gamble, and perform to feed himself and often was let to wander the streets on his own leading to many scuffles, and hard lessons learned at a young age.
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One day (around age seven) whilst attempting his hand a pick-pocketing (a profession in which had never excelled at, being a bit awkward footed) fate seemed to intervene into Draxius's young life in a big way. He had picked a marked, watched him for several streets. He knew where the Twi'lek man stuffed his credits (granted if he had been better at it, he might have noticed the lighstaber clipped on his other side). When the man stopped to talk to two Jawas, Draxius took his chance.
He ran toward the man at full sprint, but crouching to stay low and out of most people's eye-level gaze. He reached into the robes, found the hard credit-holder, and yanked. He would eat fo weeks on this! He let out a huge grin for the half second he managed to keep running before the man deftly snagged him by the collar of his shirt, ending his very short, pitiful career in pick-pocketing.
The Twi'lek had barely begun gently chastising the young boy, when he abruptly trailed off and started on a different tangent.
"Young one, do you have parents?" The middle-aged Twi'lek man said meeting Draxius's eyes and smiling softly.
Draxius laughed heartily at the man and gave an honest, "Mister my parents aren't really going to scold me if that's what your after..."
Bendo Kael'lio did not change the expression on his face, but knowingly quipped, "I'm not interested in seeing you grounded young one, but there's important matters to be discussed. Please, take me to your parents."
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The meeting with young Draxius's parents reaffirmed something he knew should be done. The child was obviously gifted in the Force, or rather would be, anyone who could sense, would have seen him as a beacon on a hill. All children who are Force sensitive were taken by Jedi, at least until they were sure the children could control themselves and not harm others. But the Jedi master would have been half tempted to take the child with him anyway, this was clearly no environment for a child to be raised in. Bendo felt great pity for Draxius's siblings. All the more upsetting was they seemed eager to unload Draxius on the Jedi, asked if he could or would take any of the others. The Jedi master frowned and departed with the child, marking the greatest upheaval in Draxius Kelvorn's life.
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As is custom for new prospective Jedi, Draxius left home with none of his possessions (not that there were many to begin with) and Master Kael'llo delivered him to the Jedi council for the traditional pre-screening that all prospective younglings go through. The council found him to have remarkable potential in the Force, to be intelligent (rattling off figures and facts), and charismatic. There was some hesitation on what should be done with the child by members on the council, and they asked Draxius politely wait, as they debated amongst themselves.
The young boy sat outside the council chambers for what seemed an eternity, but in actuality was no longer that five minutes. What are they going to do to me? Did I fail their test? I hope they don't send me back home... he thought to himself nervously.
Draxius didn't get an opportunity to panic for long as he was summoned back in where one of the council members gently smiled and welcomed him to the Jedi Order. He said they expected great things from him, and wished him well in his studies. A middle-aged Rodian woman ushered him out of the room and escorted him to the Youngling quarters, along the way explaining his duties, the lessons he would be taking, and the process he would go through to become a Jedi master. Draxius did his best to contain his excitement, and wonder as they traversed the Jedi Temple, and he thanked her as he entered his room and said goodnight. Draxius's head the pillow of his small cot, and he fell asleep immediately.
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RP Sample:
The colours were all wrong. His surroundings seen through a translucent film of grey, with black-oscillating circles. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that wasn't right, couldn't be reality. It did nothing to stop his stomach from churning, the abject horror the was entirely encompassing him. The lightning bolts in his chest caused him pain, and he tried to croak out a warning this time. This time he could save her, if only his body would comply.
He knew it was a dream, in his heart and mind he did. It still hurt. She never saw the stray blaster bolt, aimed perfectly at her tiger orange hair. it didn't matter that he cried out each and every time, through the fog of dream ether. It still made contact. Every single time. The crack of sound followed a imperceptible fraction of a second later. Her cherry-blossom lips turned to ashen grey, and light of life in her eyes drained immediately. If he hadn't disobeyed Master Kael'lio they wouldn't even be taking blaster fire from revolutionaries. The anger consumed him, burned away who he could have been and turned him into something else. The world went white.
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He awoke gasping for his breath, drenched in a cold sweat. It had been a few weeks since he'd had the dream, but he supposed it would be too much to ask for it to slip into the dark recesses of his mind. No. He wouldn't even ask that of himself. That memory made him who he was. It gave him power, it was a promise and a vow to never let himself be put in a position where someone he loved would be killed. Somewhere in his mind he realized today a marked a year since Vodran. Since Ealse had died. He chocked back tears. This was why he was here. To master Death. He would keep fighting for justice. For the ability to dell it out.
He sat up, began dressing and straightened out his living quarters, in somber reflection. He'd hoped Easlse would be proud of him, of all the things he was learning, at his growing power. The only minor snag in his vision of himself, was the lack of the master. Draxius was quite fresh-faced, so it was to be expected he hadn't snagged anyone's attention, but he had a good feeling about today. He grabbed the hilt of his light-saber, holstered it, put a smile on, and left heading down the Temples halls, whistling to himself.
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 157 pounds
Appearance:
Draxius has light-brown hair which he usually keeps cut at a medium length (a bit pas his ears), and shaggy on top. He has a natural part in the center of his heads, and does minimal styling; usually preferring to comb it to the part. His face is round, but gaunt at the cheeks and under the eyes from leading a life on the run, and the stress that accompanies it. He has light-hazel eyes typically, although they do range from light hazel, to a darker, more yellowed colour at times. His nose is ever so slightly off center from being broken by a fellow Padawan during training, he chose not to have it set as a gentle tease at her clumsiness. He is slightly paled from years of living in the lower-city of Courscant, and from months on the run as of late.
Draxius would be described as slightly taller than average, lanky and lean, not muscular, with knobby-knees. He used to have an awkward gait when he waked, as if he had grown too quickly but training has replaced that with a confident, near swagger.
He has no notable scars, or tattoos. Draxius has an odd assortment of clothing. The muted browns and light colours of the Jedi robes that he hasn't yet replaced. He also has a few articles of darker street clothes more suited to the urban environments. He also owns a set of Initiate robes provided by the Sith temple.
Personality: Draxius would be described by others as alarmingly charismatic, quick-tongued. and incredibly clever. The same people would also say that for all his charisma they couldn't help but feel as though Draxius was just ever so out of reach, like getting close to him was like grasping tendrils of smoke.
Despite this Draxius did make friends at the Jedi Temple as a Padawan, and they would ascribe traits that in hindsight may have foreshadowed his fall to the dark side. Draith is fiercely loyal, to those who have earned his respect, he is a driven personality who locks in on one objective and relentlessly sees it accomplished. Draxius has been described as calculating and manipulative if the occasion seems to call for it.
Draxius has a wry, dry sense of humour, and has been both hailed as a brilliant purveyor of sarcasm and a "smart-ass". On more than once occasion an off-the-cuff remark has landed him in trouble with the more senior Jedi.
Initiate Kelvorn has a rigid, child-like sense of morals and justice, believing strongly in "eye for an eye" style justice, which ultimately would lead to his fall from grace. He also has the additional problem of being a teenager, and controlling his emotions.
Birth place: Courscant
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi
Previous Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber: Curved hilt, single blade.
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: 1
Soresu: N/A
Ataru: 2
Shien / Djem So: N/A
Niman : N/A
Juyo: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills: None currently.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
Draxius Kelvorn was born as the youngest of eight to Tellamin and Aisha Kelvorn in the year 3616 BBY. His mother sold knickknacks and art on the lower streets and his father worked security at a semi-shady bar, and was an on-again-off-again Deathstick dealer. Having flaky sources of income and quite a few children Draxius grew up in abject poverty. From a young age he learned to gamble, and perform to feed himself and often was let to wander the streets on his own leading to many scuffles, and hard lessons learned at a young age.
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One day (around age seven) whilst attempting his hand a pick-pocketing (a profession in which had never excelled at, being a bit awkward footed) fate seemed to intervene into Draxius's young life in a big way. He had picked a marked, watched him for several streets. He knew where the Twi'lek man stuffed his credits (granted if he had been better at it, he might have noticed the lighstaber clipped on his other side). When the man stopped to talk to two Jawas, Draxius took his chance.
He ran toward the man at full sprint, but crouching to stay low and out of most people's eye-level gaze. He reached into the robes, found the hard credit-holder, and yanked. He would eat fo weeks on this! He let out a huge grin for the half second he managed to keep running before the man deftly snagged him by the collar of his shirt, ending his very short, pitiful career in pick-pocketing.
The Twi'lek had barely begun gently chastising the young boy, when he abruptly trailed off and started on a different tangent.
"Young one, do you have parents?" The middle-aged Twi'lek man said meeting Draxius's eyes and smiling softly.
Draxius laughed heartily at the man and gave an honest, "Mister my parents aren't really going to scold me if that's what your after..."
Bendo Kael'lio did not change the expression on his face, but knowingly quipped, "I'm not interested in seeing you grounded young one, but there's important matters to be discussed. Please, take me to your parents."
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The meeting with young Draxius's parents reaffirmed something he knew should be done. The child was obviously gifted in the Force, or rather would be, anyone who could sense, would have seen him as a beacon on a hill. All children who are Force sensitive were taken by Jedi, at least until they were sure the children could control themselves and not harm others. But the Jedi master would have been half tempted to take the child with him anyway, this was clearly no environment for a child to be raised in. Bendo felt great pity for Draxius's siblings. All the more upsetting was they seemed eager to unload Draxius on the Jedi, asked if he could or would take any of the others. The Jedi master frowned and departed with the child, marking the greatest upheaval in Draxius Kelvorn's life.
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As is custom for new prospective Jedi, Draxius left home with none of his possessions (not that there were many to begin with) and Master Kael'llo delivered him to the Jedi council for the traditional pre-screening that all prospective younglings go through. The council found him to have remarkable potential in the Force, to be intelligent (rattling off figures and facts), and charismatic. There was some hesitation on what should be done with the child by members on the council, and they asked Draxius politely wait, as they debated amongst themselves.
The young boy sat outside the council chambers for what seemed an eternity, but in actuality was no longer that five minutes. What are they going to do to me? Did I fail their test? I hope they don't send me back home... he thought to himself nervously.
Draxius didn't get an opportunity to panic for long as he was summoned back in where one of the council members gently smiled and welcomed him to the Jedi Order. He said they expected great things from him, and wished him well in his studies. A middle-aged Rodian woman ushered him out of the room and escorted him to the Youngling quarters, along the way explaining his duties, the lessons he would be taking, and the process he would go through to become a Jedi master. Draxius did his best to contain his excitement, and wonder as they traversed the Jedi Temple, and he thanked her as he entered his room and said goodnight. Draxius's head the pillow of his small cot, and he fell asleep immediately.
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RP Sample:
The colours were all wrong. His surroundings seen through a translucent film of grey, with black-oscillating circles. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that wasn't right, couldn't be reality. It did nothing to stop his stomach from churning, the abject horror the was entirely encompassing him. The lightning bolts in his chest caused him pain, and he tried to croak out a warning this time. This time he could save her, if only his body would comply.
He knew it was a dream, in his heart and mind he did. It still hurt. She never saw the stray blaster bolt, aimed perfectly at her tiger orange hair. it didn't matter that he cried out each and every time, through the fog of dream ether. It still made contact. Every single time. The crack of sound followed a imperceptible fraction of a second later. Her cherry-blossom lips turned to ashen grey, and light of life in her eyes drained immediately. If he hadn't disobeyed Master Kael'lio they wouldn't even be taking blaster fire from revolutionaries. The anger consumed him, burned away who he could have been and turned him into something else. The world went white.
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He awoke gasping for his breath, drenched in a cold sweat. It had been a few weeks since he'd had the dream, but he supposed it would be too much to ask for it to slip into the dark recesses of his mind. No. He wouldn't even ask that of himself. That memory made him who he was. It gave him power, it was a promise and a vow to never let himself be put in a position where someone he loved would be killed. Somewhere in his mind he realized today a marked a year since Vodran. Since Ealse had died. He chocked back tears. This was why he was here. To master Death. He would keep fighting for justice. For the ability to dell it out.
He sat up, began dressing and straightened out his living quarters, in somber reflection. He'd hoped Easlse would be proud of him, of all the things he was learning, at his growing power. The only minor snag in his vision of himself, was the lack of the master. Draxius was quite fresh-faced, so it was to be expected he hadn't snagged anyone's attention, but he had a good feeling about today. He grabbed the hilt of his light-saber, holstered it, put a smile on, and left heading down the Temples halls, whistling to himself.
