Post by WikidMonkee on Dec 20, 2015 15:11:03 GMT -5
Name: Zeke
Race: Human
Age: 18
Birthplace: Kuat
Allegiance: Republic
Status: Apprentice
Rank: Padawan
Height/Weight: 5'9” / 175 lbs
Appearance: He has blonde hair obviously in the traditional Padawan cut with the little rat tail on the side, ocean blue eyes that usually have something of an introspective look in them, very light tan as he spends most of his free time in his quarters meditating, he's barrel-chested with a medium muscle mass making look a little stronger physically than he actually is, especially given his somewhat diminished height (for a human male), and has a wide, almost cartoon-like smile
Personality: Quiet, introverted, contemplative, quick to be friendly but slow to really trust. Makes an effort to be observant, though often feels he's fallen abysmally short. Enjoys meditation and either solitary or one v. one saber training, but prefers to engage in recreational simulations to unwind. Adamantly compassionate, and would prefer to solve any problem without violence. Will give the shirt off his back if he feels someone else needs it more. Highly critical of anything he sees as illogical, immoral, or untrue. Like most teenagers, highly emotional, especially for one trained in the Jedi arts, though strives to maintain at least a positive outlook. If you are lucky enough to be one of the few people he would call a friend, he loves to try and make people laugh, but only attempts to do so around those he truly cares about or respects.
Zeke sees the Force as his truest friend, the one “existence” in the galaxy he can fully trust, given that he clearly couldn't even trust his own parents. As such he devotes the majority of his training to studying new Force powers, though he did take enough interest in lightsaber training to pick up a double-blade (well, a practice one anyway). He enjoys meditation and spends much his free time contemplating his own perception of reality and his chosen moral code. As reflection of this, Zeke has been brewing up an idea for how he might design his new lightsaber once his double-blade training is sufficient, but for now it's only an idea.
In his free time he enjoys the occasional flight simulation or programming puzzle. Anything that doesn't involve Force powers or a lightsaber, really. If he's not playing a game, he's learning to speak other common languages (besides Galactic Basic) such as Huttese, Caridan, and Ubese.
Not without his struggles, Zeke's greatest conflict is usually with himself, or what he calls his “Inner Sith.” It is a version of himself that he invented as a personification of his own darker impulses, particularly in relation to the knowledge of his abandonment. Often imagined as a mirror image of Zeke, but wearing what appears to be the face of another human-being like a mask, with wild, unblinking green eyes, an unnaturally wide, toothy grin, and a penchant for chaos and destruction bordering on perverse obsession. Much of Zeke's time in meditation is spent silently debating with this homicidal maniac on issues of morality, justice, and the true nature of the Force. To explain his existence to an outsider, the "Inner Sith" is Zeke's creation, a fantasy, a fiction, whose purpose is to be the yang to Zeke's yin, to argue against Zeke's chosen path of morality. Master Sai Sahan was the only person Zeke ever spoke of this creation to, being the closest person he ever had to a parent. Zeke has even taken it so far as to begin writing a program for a holographic recreation of this monster to aid in his lightsaber training.
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment: Lightsaber - Blue blade, hilt is an almost exact replica of his master's except for a double-blade interlock at the base for something Zeke has planned for the future
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Above Average
Agility - Average
Intelligence – Above Average
Charisma – Below Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Adept
Telepathic- Novice
Body- Apprentice
Sense- Apprentice
Protection- Novice
Healing– Novice
Destruction– Unskilled
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
None
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Nothing Special
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Piloting – Apprentice
Coding - Novice
Language -
Hutese – Novice
Caridan – Unskilled
Ubese - Apprentice
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho- Adept
Makashi- Unskilled
Soresu- Novice
Ataru- Unskilled
Shien/Djem So- Unskilled
>>Sub-form Backhanded- Unskilled
Niman- Unskilled
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Novice
Juyo- Unskilled
Double Bladed Combat- Novice
Biography: Abandoned as an infant on his home world of Kuat and rescued from certain death by a member of the Jedi Order, who found the nearly lifeless infant practically frozen to death in a back alley trash dumpster, Zeke has known no other life but that of a Jedi. The young Jedi who found him, a Knight named Sai Sahan who later became Zeke's first Master, had actually been there because the Order had gotten word of a child who might be a good candidate for training. When he investigated the origin of Zeke's predicament, his final deduction told him only that Zeke's mother was not too pleased with the idea of her child becoming a Jedi. Because he was abandoned so young, and because almost all records had somehow mysterious disappeared, he has no idea what his surname is, or if he even had one to begin with. Nevertheless, there was enough information to confirm that Zeke was, in fact, the child that the Jedi had come to evaluate, and so Zeke was taken to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.
His early years were spent like any other youngling who grew up among the Jedi, long days filled with saber practice, academic studies, and meditation. For the most part, Zeke always kept to himself, never really feeling a sense of social belonging with his peers. Many of them did have some memory of life before the Jedi, even if only fleeting, but Zeke only had the vague story of how he was found in a trash bin like a discarded power cell. His own mother didn't want him, why should anyone else? Master Sahan, for his part, did his best to curb these feelings, often with reminders of the will of the Living Force.
Though a small part of him does wish to express a desire to seek out his mother and inquire as to why she abandoned him, he is otherwise quite content with his life as a Padawan. Becoming a Padawan, or rather the event that made him "stick out" as promising candidate, has become something of a source of embarrassment for Zeke. A simple demonstration of levitating a small statue (barely weighing more than a pound), turned into a trip to the infirmary for himself and one other student when he got distracted by Master Sahan calling his name. He swung the statue into the other student's head hard enough to leave a nasty goose egg, and when he attempted to apologize, became his own Karmic justice as he pulled the statue toward himself and broke his own nose. He trains every chance he gets, that one day he might finally be able to go out and see the rest of the galaxy for himself, rather than simply reading about it in the Jedi Archives (and to avoid making such a fool of himself ever again).
Master Sahan's life would come to sticky end during a return mission to Kuat. It was meant, naturally, to only be a diplomatic mission, but upon their arrival they were attacked by mysterious Dark Jedi. Something about this new foe struck a level of fear in Zeke's heart that he'd never experienced before...his eyes. He had the same penetrating, acid-green eyes as Zeke's "Inner Sith." Master Sahan had ordered Zeke to retreat to the ship, which Zeke obliged, getting it into the air and keeping low enough for his Master to jump aboard. When Master Sahan attempted the jump, however, his opponent jumped after him and drove both of his lightsabers through through Sahan's torso. The Dark Jedi managed to get onto the ship with Master Sahan's body, but being distracted by his kill, Zeke knocked him off with a single Force Push. Now eighteen years old, Zeke has just lost the closest person he had to a father...and he needs a new Master as well.
Roleplay Sample:
Another day, another series of grueling exercises, in the bag. As Zeke entered his quarters and the door closed behind him, he had his way toward a small pillow set between two soft glowing lamps, his personal meditation spot. It would be nice to get in some quiet ponderings before turning in for the night. He sat down cross-legged on the pillow, folded his arms together across his chest, and closed his eyes, taking slow, deep breathes as he began to clear his mind.
Soon he found himself standing alone in a black void, the only presence that he could feel in this place was his own, and he liked it that way. But, of course, his solace never lasted for very long. A new presence joined him in the void, one he was all too familiar with, and one which he would gladly do without.
“It's unnerving, isn't it?” came a course, sadistic version of his own voice from beyond the darkness. It seemed to echo through his mind like a distant memory, but he knew that its source was not far away. “To not even be alone in your own mind? Makes you feel a bit...helpless, doesn't it?”
“Why do you wish to torment me at every opportunity?” Zeke asked in a sullen tone as he stared daggers into the blackness directly in front of him. He saw himself step out from the shadows, that sick, perverted grin spread across what little of his face could be seen through the mangled swatch of human flesh this monster wore as a mask. His maniacal green eyes seemed to bore into Zeke's soul as he stepped closer, hands folded behind his back. He wore robes as black as moonless midnight, and his right eye seemed to twitch uncontrollably. This was Zeke's “Inner Sith,” a personification of the evil the existed within himself.
“Now, now, now, do try to remember that you created me...and I only come when you call...” he hissed teasingly, getting his usual kicks from the concept that he only existed because Zeke had made it so. “By the way, I love the lightsaber design, playing on the natural duality of the Force. Though let's face facts, we both know which end of the weapon you feel more...comfortable with.”
“Actually if I had the choice, I would not use either end,” Zeke replied simply, choosing not to dignify His chiding with a more in depth response.
“Oh enough with whole stalwart Jedi routine, already,” He chuckled sadistically as he began slowly walking in circles around Zeke. “Admit it, you want to go out into the galaxy so you can plunge that red blade into the chest of the first person who crosses you.”
“In that case, I would prefer to plunge it into your chest...but suicide is not in my nature,” said Zeke with a snide smirk, standing there with his eyes closed so as not to have to look at His freakish visage. “But I'll before I take the life of another if I'm given the choice.”
“Yes, because you're the perfect little Jedi, aren't you? Full of limitless foresight and control,” He sneered, his mouth barely an inch from Zeke's left ear.
“Of course I'm not perfect...I created you, didn't I?” Zeke asked. “Nothing in this galaxy is limitless, and certainly not my foresight or control. If they were, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now, would we?”
“Oh there are much darker corners of your mind than the one I crawled out of,” He mused as He stepped in front of Zeke, their noses barely a centimeter apart. “Think of all the scenarios that have played out in your imagination if you ever found your mother. I've barely watched half of them, and I'm quite sure I wouldn't want to be her if that day ever came.”
“But we both know that even if that day did come, we would likely not recognize each other as mother and son, seeing as she dropped me in a trash bin before I had barely even drawn my first breath,” said Zeke as he opened his eyes and stared defiantly at his evil self. “And besides, what I imagine doing and what I actually intend to do are two completely different things.”
As usual, His demonic smile faltered for just a second, and a the gleam sadistic pleasure fled from His eyes. He took a step back and sighed as if He'd grown bored of the conversation. Zeke closed his eyes again and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Oh, you're no fun anymore,” He moaned in tone of voice that did not in any way match the expression on his face. “That Jedi psycho-babble has turned you into a true goodie-two-shoes.”
“We both know that it hasn't, you're just tired of trying to concoct some new, twisted logic to counter my own,” said Zeke.
“Well, enjoy this little victory while you can, bucko!” He snarled. “You haven't even begun to taste the true temptation of the Dark side...and I can't wait until you do!”
And with that, his face-wearing other half disappeared back into the shadows of his mind and Zeke now found himself sitting on the low branch and solitary tree growing the middle of a vast, open field. The leaves of the tree and the grass were golden with coming of a harvest season, the air had a cool bite to it that Zeke always found incredibly relaxing. As he leaned back against the trunk, he thought about what his “Inner Sith” has said about how he had never truly tasted the Dark side. In fact, he'd never even so much as ventured out of the Jedi Temple. For fourteen years, the Jedi had been the only life he knew, and while was quite content with that, he knew there was more to it than swinging practice sabers and reading Archive logs. He wanted to go out and see the Galaxy...or at least the rest of Courscant.
Race: Human
Age: 18
Birthplace: Kuat
Allegiance: Republic
Status: Apprentice
Rank: Padawan
Height/Weight: 5'9” / 175 lbs
Appearance: He has blonde hair obviously in the traditional Padawan cut with the little rat tail on the side, ocean blue eyes that usually have something of an introspective look in them, very light tan as he spends most of his free time in his quarters meditating, he's barrel-chested with a medium muscle mass making look a little stronger physically than he actually is, especially given his somewhat diminished height (for a human male), and has a wide, almost cartoon-like smile
Personality: Quiet, introverted, contemplative, quick to be friendly but slow to really trust. Makes an effort to be observant, though often feels he's fallen abysmally short. Enjoys meditation and either solitary or one v. one saber training, but prefers to engage in recreational simulations to unwind. Adamantly compassionate, and would prefer to solve any problem without violence. Will give the shirt off his back if he feels someone else needs it more. Highly critical of anything he sees as illogical, immoral, or untrue. Like most teenagers, highly emotional, especially for one trained in the Jedi arts, though strives to maintain at least a positive outlook. If you are lucky enough to be one of the few people he would call a friend, he loves to try and make people laugh, but only attempts to do so around those he truly cares about or respects.
Zeke sees the Force as his truest friend, the one “existence” in the galaxy he can fully trust, given that he clearly couldn't even trust his own parents. As such he devotes the majority of his training to studying new Force powers, though he did take enough interest in lightsaber training to pick up a double-blade (well, a practice one anyway). He enjoys meditation and spends much his free time contemplating his own perception of reality and his chosen moral code. As reflection of this, Zeke has been brewing up an idea for how he might design his new lightsaber once his double-blade training is sufficient, but for now it's only an idea.
In his free time he enjoys the occasional flight simulation or programming puzzle. Anything that doesn't involve Force powers or a lightsaber, really. If he's not playing a game, he's learning to speak other common languages (besides Galactic Basic) such as Huttese, Caridan, and Ubese.
Not without his struggles, Zeke's greatest conflict is usually with himself, or what he calls his “Inner Sith.” It is a version of himself that he invented as a personification of his own darker impulses, particularly in relation to the knowledge of his abandonment. Often imagined as a mirror image of Zeke, but wearing what appears to be the face of another human-being like a mask, with wild, unblinking green eyes, an unnaturally wide, toothy grin, and a penchant for chaos and destruction bordering on perverse obsession. Much of Zeke's time in meditation is spent silently debating with this homicidal maniac on issues of morality, justice, and the true nature of the Force. To explain his existence to an outsider, the "Inner Sith" is Zeke's creation, a fantasy, a fiction, whose purpose is to be the yang to Zeke's yin, to argue against Zeke's chosen path of morality. Master Sai Sahan was the only person Zeke ever spoke of this creation to, being the closest person he ever had to a parent. Zeke has even taken it so far as to begin writing a program for a holographic recreation of this monster to aid in his lightsaber training.
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment: Lightsaber - Blue blade, hilt is an almost exact replica of his master's except for a double-blade interlock at the base for something Zeke has planned for the future
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Above Average
Agility - Average
Intelligence – Above Average
Charisma – Below Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Adept
Telepathic- Novice
Body- Apprentice
Sense- Apprentice
Protection- Novice
Healing– Novice
Destruction– Unskilled
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
None
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Nothing Special
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Piloting – Apprentice
Coding - Novice
Language -
Hutese – Novice
Caridan – Unskilled
Ubese - Apprentice
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho- Adept
Makashi- Unskilled
Soresu- Novice
Ataru- Unskilled
Shien/Djem So- Unskilled
>>Sub-form Backhanded- Unskilled
Niman- Unskilled
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Novice
Juyo- Unskilled
Double Bladed Combat- Novice
Biography: Abandoned as an infant on his home world of Kuat and rescued from certain death by a member of the Jedi Order, who found the nearly lifeless infant practically frozen to death in a back alley trash dumpster, Zeke has known no other life but that of a Jedi. The young Jedi who found him, a Knight named Sai Sahan who later became Zeke's first Master, had actually been there because the Order had gotten word of a child who might be a good candidate for training. When he investigated the origin of Zeke's predicament, his final deduction told him only that Zeke's mother was not too pleased with the idea of her child becoming a Jedi. Because he was abandoned so young, and because almost all records had somehow mysterious disappeared, he has no idea what his surname is, or if he even had one to begin with. Nevertheless, there was enough information to confirm that Zeke was, in fact, the child that the Jedi had come to evaluate, and so Zeke was taken to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.
His early years were spent like any other youngling who grew up among the Jedi, long days filled with saber practice, academic studies, and meditation. For the most part, Zeke always kept to himself, never really feeling a sense of social belonging with his peers. Many of them did have some memory of life before the Jedi, even if only fleeting, but Zeke only had the vague story of how he was found in a trash bin like a discarded power cell. His own mother didn't want him, why should anyone else? Master Sahan, for his part, did his best to curb these feelings, often with reminders of the will of the Living Force.
Though a small part of him does wish to express a desire to seek out his mother and inquire as to why she abandoned him, he is otherwise quite content with his life as a Padawan. Becoming a Padawan, or rather the event that made him "stick out" as promising candidate, has become something of a source of embarrassment for Zeke. A simple demonstration of levitating a small statue (barely weighing more than a pound), turned into a trip to the infirmary for himself and one other student when he got distracted by Master Sahan calling his name. He swung the statue into the other student's head hard enough to leave a nasty goose egg, and when he attempted to apologize, became his own Karmic justice as he pulled the statue toward himself and broke his own nose. He trains every chance he gets, that one day he might finally be able to go out and see the rest of the galaxy for himself, rather than simply reading about it in the Jedi Archives (and to avoid making such a fool of himself ever again).
Master Sahan's life would come to sticky end during a return mission to Kuat. It was meant, naturally, to only be a diplomatic mission, but upon their arrival they were attacked by mysterious Dark Jedi. Something about this new foe struck a level of fear in Zeke's heart that he'd never experienced before...his eyes. He had the same penetrating, acid-green eyes as Zeke's "Inner Sith." Master Sahan had ordered Zeke to retreat to the ship, which Zeke obliged, getting it into the air and keeping low enough for his Master to jump aboard. When Master Sahan attempted the jump, however, his opponent jumped after him and drove both of his lightsabers through through Sahan's torso. The Dark Jedi managed to get onto the ship with Master Sahan's body, but being distracted by his kill, Zeke knocked him off with a single Force Push. Now eighteen years old, Zeke has just lost the closest person he had to a father...and he needs a new Master as well.
Roleplay Sample:
Another day, another series of grueling exercises, in the bag. As Zeke entered his quarters and the door closed behind him, he had his way toward a small pillow set between two soft glowing lamps, his personal meditation spot. It would be nice to get in some quiet ponderings before turning in for the night. He sat down cross-legged on the pillow, folded his arms together across his chest, and closed his eyes, taking slow, deep breathes as he began to clear his mind.
Soon he found himself standing alone in a black void, the only presence that he could feel in this place was his own, and he liked it that way. But, of course, his solace never lasted for very long. A new presence joined him in the void, one he was all too familiar with, and one which he would gladly do without.
“It's unnerving, isn't it?” came a course, sadistic version of his own voice from beyond the darkness. It seemed to echo through his mind like a distant memory, but he knew that its source was not far away. “To not even be alone in your own mind? Makes you feel a bit...helpless, doesn't it?”
“Why do you wish to torment me at every opportunity?” Zeke asked in a sullen tone as he stared daggers into the blackness directly in front of him. He saw himself step out from the shadows, that sick, perverted grin spread across what little of his face could be seen through the mangled swatch of human flesh this monster wore as a mask. His maniacal green eyes seemed to bore into Zeke's soul as he stepped closer, hands folded behind his back. He wore robes as black as moonless midnight, and his right eye seemed to twitch uncontrollably. This was Zeke's “Inner Sith,” a personification of the evil the existed within himself.
“Now, now, now, do try to remember that you created me...and I only come when you call...” he hissed teasingly, getting his usual kicks from the concept that he only existed because Zeke had made it so. “By the way, I love the lightsaber design, playing on the natural duality of the Force. Though let's face facts, we both know which end of the weapon you feel more...comfortable with.”
“Actually if I had the choice, I would not use either end,” Zeke replied simply, choosing not to dignify His chiding with a more in depth response.
“Oh enough with whole stalwart Jedi routine, already,” He chuckled sadistically as he began slowly walking in circles around Zeke. “Admit it, you want to go out into the galaxy so you can plunge that red blade into the chest of the first person who crosses you.”
“In that case, I would prefer to plunge it into your chest...but suicide is not in my nature,” said Zeke with a snide smirk, standing there with his eyes closed so as not to have to look at His freakish visage. “But I'll before I take the life of another if I'm given the choice.”
“Yes, because you're the perfect little Jedi, aren't you? Full of limitless foresight and control,” He sneered, his mouth barely an inch from Zeke's left ear.
“Of course I'm not perfect...I created you, didn't I?” Zeke asked. “Nothing in this galaxy is limitless, and certainly not my foresight or control. If they were, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now, would we?”
“Oh there are much darker corners of your mind than the one I crawled out of,” He mused as He stepped in front of Zeke, their noses barely a centimeter apart. “Think of all the scenarios that have played out in your imagination if you ever found your mother. I've barely watched half of them, and I'm quite sure I wouldn't want to be her if that day ever came.”
“But we both know that even if that day did come, we would likely not recognize each other as mother and son, seeing as she dropped me in a trash bin before I had barely even drawn my first breath,” said Zeke as he opened his eyes and stared defiantly at his evil self. “And besides, what I imagine doing and what I actually intend to do are two completely different things.”
As usual, His demonic smile faltered for just a second, and a the gleam sadistic pleasure fled from His eyes. He took a step back and sighed as if He'd grown bored of the conversation. Zeke closed his eyes again and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Oh, you're no fun anymore,” He moaned in tone of voice that did not in any way match the expression on his face. “That Jedi psycho-babble has turned you into a true goodie-two-shoes.”
“We both know that it hasn't, you're just tired of trying to concoct some new, twisted logic to counter my own,” said Zeke.
“Well, enjoy this little victory while you can, bucko!” He snarled. “You haven't even begun to taste the true temptation of the Dark side...and I can't wait until you do!”
And with that, his face-wearing other half disappeared back into the shadows of his mind and Zeke now found himself sitting on the low branch and solitary tree growing the middle of a vast, open field. The leaves of the tree and the grass were golden with coming of a harvest season, the air had a cool bite to it that Zeke always found incredibly relaxing. As he leaned back against the trunk, he thought about what his “Inner Sith” has said about how he had never truly tasted the Dark side. In fact, he'd never even so much as ventured out of the Jedi Temple. For fourteen years, the Jedi had been the only life he knew, and while was quite content with that, he knew there was more to it than swinging practice sabers and reading Archive logs. He wanted to go out and see the Galaxy...or at least the rest of Courscant.
