Post by Molten Kaneesh on May 27, 2016 18:39:52 GMT -5
Name - Molten Kaneesh
Species - Human
Age - 15
Birthplace - Tatooine
Allegiance - Jedi
Status - Looking for a master Jedi
Rank - Padawan
Height - 6'2
Weight - 175
Appearance - Molten has long black hair to the middle of his back. His skin is pale white with no blemishes at all. Molten wears a black tunic with Gray outlines along edges of he sleeves and black pants.
Personality - Molten is a very shy human. He usually keeps to himself. There are times in which he reaches out to others, but that is very rare. Once you get to know him he will open up and be very friendly and makes jokes.
Ship - R-Class 'Raven' Strike Fighter
Equipment - Vibroblade, canteen, and a fire starter.
Stats
Strength - 2/10
Agility - 6/10
Intelligence - 5/10
Charisma - 8/10
Force Stats - None. Molten does not know he is force sensitive yet.
Molten has never trained a day in his life. His master would have his hands full with him.
Bio - Molten was born on the desert planet, Tatooine. At the age of five Moltens parents both died by the hands of a mysterious Sith. They just left him there to die, but an elderly man by the name of Progus had seen the entire thing. He quickly grabbed Molten and took him to his small home. It was more like a tiny shack made of junk. Progus had cleaned up Molten and fed him before it became night. He then locked the door and grabbed his sword from beside the bed. "Lay down child. I am here for you now." Molten fell asleep as the old man stood guarding the door. "Damn Sith!" Progus said under his breath.
Morning came, but the old man was nowhere to be found. Molten walked over to the small window and saw Progus talking to another man. He turned towards the table and saw food on a plate, so he Sat down and began to eat. Moments later Progus came inside with a smile upon his face. "Look kid, this is your New home. It may not look like much, but we will survive." He patted Molten on the shoulder as he walked past him.
10 years later...
Molten was out scavenging droid parts for his father one day. As he came to a junkpile, Molten noticed a small weapon of some sort, so he tossed it into his backpack and continued searching for those parts. After a long day of searching Molten had no luck finding those parts, so he went back home to his father. As Molten walked into the door his father was preparing dinner. "Hey, dad." Molten said as he swung the backpack onto the floor. Progus looked over and smiled. "No luck today, son?" Progus said as Molten sat down. "Nope, not today. Found something else though." He said as he unzipped the bag and pulled the metal cylinder from his bag. Progus looked and saw what it was and his eyes widened a bit. "That my son is a lightsaber. A weapon for Jedi and Sith. We had this talk already, son." Molten nodded and put the weapon on the table. "It doesn't seem to work." Molten said as he saw his father bring him the plate full of food. "Son, there is something special about you, but I can't seem to figure It out....
To be continued....
Species - Human
Age - 15
Birthplace - Tatooine
Allegiance - Jedi
Status - Looking for a master Jedi
Rank - Padawan
Height - 6'2
Weight - 175
Appearance - Molten has long black hair to the middle of his back. His skin is pale white with no blemishes at all. Molten wears a black tunic with Gray outlines along edges of he sleeves and black pants.
Personality - Molten is a very shy human. He usually keeps to himself. There are times in which he reaches out to others, but that is very rare. Once you get to know him he will open up and be very friendly and makes jokes.
Ship - R-Class 'Raven' Strike Fighter
Equipment - Vibroblade, canteen, and a fire starter.
Stats
Strength - 2/10
Agility - 6/10
Intelligence - 5/10
Charisma - 8/10
Force Stats - None. Molten does not know he is force sensitive yet.
Molten has never trained a day in his life. His master would have his hands full with him.
Bio - Molten was born on the desert planet, Tatooine. At the age of five Moltens parents both died by the hands of a mysterious Sith. They just left him there to die, but an elderly man by the name of Progus had seen the entire thing. He quickly grabbed Molten and took him to his small home. It was more like a tiny shack made of junk. Progus had cleaned up Molten and fed him before it became night. He then locked the door and grabbed his sword from beside the bed. "Lay down child. I am here for you now." Molten fell asleep as the old man stood guarding the door. "Damn Sith!" Progus said under his breath.
Morning came, but the old man was nowhere to be found. Molten walked over to the small window and saw Progus talking to another man. He turned towards the table and saw food on a plate, so he Sat down and began to eat. Moments later Progus came inside with a smile upon his face. "Look kid, this is your New home. It may not look like much, but we will survive." He patted Molten on the shoulder as he walked past him.
10 years later...
Molten was out scavenging droid parts for his father one day. As he came to a junkpile, Molten noticed a small weapon of some sort, so he tossed it into his backpack and continued searching for those parts. After a long day of searching Molten had no luck finding those parts, so he went back home to his father. As Molten walked into the door his father was preparing dinner. "Hey, dad." Molten said as he swung the backpack onto the floor. Progus looked over and smiled. "No luck today, son?" Progus said as Molten sat down. "Nope, not today. Found something else though." He said as he unzipped the bag and pulled the metal cylinder from his bag. Progus looked and saw what it was and his eyes widened a bit. "That my son is a lightsaber. A weapon for Jedi and Sith. We had this talk already, son." Molten nodded and put the weapon on the table. "It doesn't seem to work." Molten said as he saw his father bring him the plate full of food. "Son, there is something special about you, but I can't seem to figure It out....
To be continued....