Post by zodiaczach on Dec 23, 2015 11:24:07 GMT -5
Name: D'Rak Tômdrê ( Adenn Ad)
Race: human
Age: 12
Birthplace: Tatooine
Allegiance: undecided
Status: orphan
Rank: trainee
Height/Weight: 4'10 96lbs.
Appearance: D'Rak is a well built twelve-year-old, plus he is short for his age and has a darker pigment. To keep his eyes from being affected by the sun, he wears a special type of goggles around his head while he mines. D'Rak wears a faded blue miner's shirt that is a size too big, and worn cotton pants. His shoes are hand-me-downs so they are just right for his feat, but doesn't have socks. His hair is dirty blonde and extremely shaggy, which goes down to his shoulders in a curly fashion. His eyes are dark green as though they can see through one's soul. His left arm is a machine arm, but very flexible and durable which has helped him in the mines.
Personality: D'Rak is very cheerful and uplifting when times are hard on him and his people. When he is being beaten by the mine owners, he always manages to smile and say,"Thank you. May I have another." But when the other miner's try and pick on him, he tends to show them his strength and break a few bones. His motto is," You leave me alone and I don't break you." He always thinks that he's right, and refuses to admit he's wrong or at fault when he is. If he makes a mistake he'll turn the blame on someone else and gets others to believe him. D'Rak treats normal meals of common people like a divine banquet, he is use to eating porridge and slop. He hates being told what to do, but does it grudgingly while grumbling smart remarks. His favorite food is anything that is edible. While doing chores, D'Rak thinks of clever insults to mock his masters.
Ships/Vehicles: none
Equipment: goggles that help him see in the dark as well as see in the light
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Feeble
Charisma - Below Average
Combat Training:
Hand-to-hand combat-novice
Other Training:
Mining-expert
Crafting jewelry-adept
Mechanics-adept
Language-basic
Biography: D'Rak was born into slavery back in Tatooine, and when he was one, he and his mother, Jemna were sold to a slave owner in Vanquo. When he was four, he was taught how to use a pick axe and learned what minerals were good, and what coal looked like. On his first day of mining, his left arm was caught in rubble that fell from the ceiling, crushing every bone in his arm, forcing his master to replace his arm with a new mechanical arm. He was then taught how to treat his arm and repair is when needed.
When D'Rak was five his mother fell victim to a sickness caught in the caves, he was immune because he was down their every day. Jemna passed away after suffering for two weeks. Now, D'Rak was alone and no one paid him any special attention. The other slave children called him "stubby" and pretended to lose their arm or make it go limp every time they saw him.
At the age of eight, D'Rak made his first mistake and was beaten severely for it, he had stolen water from his master's home and had been caught. He was given twenty lashings, and was hit across the head for talking back. But, D'Rak always had the look of determination in his eyes, yes he was in pain, but that didn't stop him from trying again. He made mistake after mistake because of his injuries, and he was continually punished for them, but depending on how bad he made his mistakes were the amount of how badly his abuse would be. D'Rak was beaten and harmed nine times a year for three years. Each time was more harsh and menacing than the last. On the last time he was punished, D'Rak's ribs were split in two at the chest. He barely managed to live, with pure will power to survive. His chest now is a concoction of different metals that he needs to fix or adjust every month, and he's been doing this for a little over a year now.
Roleplay Sample: As the spiked whip struck D'Rak's back he was spun around looking up at the ceiling. Then he felt the thorns pierce his chest, digging into his bone, going in inch by inch, deeper into his being. Tears rolled down his face as he heard the cracking of his ribs, his chest starting to concave on his lungs. He prayed to the force to give him strength, but then he realized there is no force that could save him. The only thing that could save him now was himself, and his want to live. After minutes of this cruelty, his master stopped. Told his "doctors" to patch D'Rak up so that he'll be able to work in the mine's again. Within a week, D'Rak was conscious and mining, but now he had a new goal in his mind," I will live long enough to see you dead. Even if that means I do it myself. I will see you dead master."
Race: human
Age: 12
Birthplace: Tatooine
Allegiance: undecided
Status: orphan
Rank: trainee
Height/Weight: 4'10 96lbs.
Appearance: D'Rak is a well built twelve-year-old, plus he is short for his age and has a darker pigment. To keep his eyes from being affected by the sun, he wears a special type of goggles around his head while he mines. D'Rak wears a faded blue miner's shirt that is a size too big, and worn cotton pants. His shoes are hand-me-downs so they are just right for his feat, but doesn't have socks. His hair is dirty blonde and extremely shaggy, which goes down to his shoulders in a curly fashion. His eyes are dark green as though they can see through one's soul. His left arm is a machine arm, but very flexible and durable which has helped him in the mines.
Personality: D'Rak is very cheerful and uplifting when times are hard on him and his people. When he is being beaten by the mine owners, he always manages to smile and say,"Thank you. May I have another." But when the other miner's try and pick on him, he tends to show them his strength and break a few bones. His motto is," You leave me alone and I don't break you." He always thinks that he's right, and refuses to admit he's wrong or at fault when he is. If he makes a mistake he'll turn the blame on someone else and gets others to believe him. D'Rak treats normal meals of common people like a divine banquet, he is use to eating porridge and slop. He hates being told what to do, but does it grudgingly while grumbling smart remarks. His favorite food is anything that is edible. While doing chores, D'Rak thinks of clever insults to mock his masters.
Ships/Vehicles: none
Equipment: goggles that help him see in the dark as well as see in the light
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Feeble
Charisma - Below Average
Combat Training:
Hand-to-hand combat-novice
Other Training:
Mining-expert
Crafting jewelry-adept
Mechanics-adept
Language-basic
Biography: D'Rak was born into slavery back in Tatooine, and when he was one, he and his mother, Jemna were sold to a slave owner in Vanquo. When he was four, he was taught how to use a pick axe and learned what minerals were good, and what coal looked like. On his first day of mining, his left arm was caught in rubble that fell from the ceiling, crushing every bone in his arm, forcing his master to replace his arm with a new mechanical arm. He was then taught how to treat his arm and repair is when needed.
When D'Rak was five his mother fell victim to a sickness caught in the caves, he was immune because he was down their every day. Jemna passed away after suffering for two weeks. Now, D'Rak was alone and no one paid him any special attention. The other slave children called him "stubby" and pretended to lose their arm or make it go limp every time they saw him.
At the age of eight, D'Rak made his first mistake and was beaten severely for it, he had stolen water from his master's home and had been caught. He was given twenty lashings, and was hit across the head for talking back. But, D'Rak always had the look of determination in his eyes, yes he was in pain, but that didn't stop him from trying again. He made mistake after mistake because of his injuries, and he was continually punished for them, but depending on how bad he made his mistakes were the amount of how badly his abuse would be. D'Rak was beaten and harmed nine times a year for three years. Each time was more harsh and menacing than the last. On the last time he was punished, D'Rak's ribs were split in two at the chest. He barely managed to live, with pure will power to survive. His chest now is a concoction of different metals that he needs to fix or adjust every month, and he's been doing this for a little over a year now.
Roleplay Sample: As the spiked whip struck D'Rak's back he was spun around looking up at the ceiling. Then he felt the thorns pierce his chest, digging into his bone, going in inch by inch, deeper into his being. Tears rolled down his face as he heard the cracking of his ribs, his chest starting to concave on his lungs. He prayed to the force to give him strength, but then he realized there is no force that could save him. The only thing that could save him now was himself, and his want to live. After minutes of this cruelty, his master stopped. Told his "doctors" to patch D'Rak up so that he'll be able to work in the mine's again. Within a week, D'Rak was conscious and mining, but now he had a new goal in his mind," I will live long enough to see you dead. Even if that means I do it myself. I will see you dead master."
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