Post by tepigturtwig on Jul 21, 2016 23:26:58 GMT -5
Name:
Jerek Dogen
Race:
Human
Age:
24
Birthplace:
Vanquo
Allegiance:
Jedi Order
Status:
Jedi Counselor
Rank:
Padawan
Height/Weight:
5'9"/ 120 lbs.
Appearance:
Jerek had a fairly weak build, and bone thin arms and legs. His eyes have a tint of bloodshot, which is hidden well due to the healing powers of the light side of the force and his hazel iris. He wears brown and tan robes, which hang very loosely. In fact, when meditating, it looks like the triangle his two sleeves make is bigger than the one his hands make. He has pale, white skin, the kind you can only get from staying indoors way too often. He has brown hair, which makes a small braid in the back of his head. His neck is medium, and his eyebrows are as brown as his hair. He has no facial hair, and keeps a clean, shaven look at all times. He has no unique accessories.
Personality:
A very kind, wise person. Despises fighting, and always cares for others. Although kind, he can be very prone to emotions if serious things happen. He does not wish anyone harm, and is never filled with malice.
He has no memories other than life as a youngling, so he is a paragon of the jedi principles. He is somewhat bad at talking with others, due to his absurd way of talking and lack of interaction. He also loves studying and learning, especially culture and the force.
Ships/Vehicles:
He doesn't own any, and, due to his talents and weaknesses, rarely leaves Tython.
Equipment:
Green Lightsaber. Outfitted with a latch to cling onto his sleeve, or he would lose it to one strike from a foe.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength -
Below Average
Agility -
Below Average
Intelligence -
Superior
Charisma -
Above Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic-
Adept
Telepathic-
Adept
Body-
Unskilled
Sense-
Apprentice
Protection-
Apprentice
Healing:–
Adept
Destruction–
Unskilled
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
None
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Force Control Pain: Novice, Force of Peace Aura: Novice,
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Biotech: Novice, Slicing: Novice
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho-
Adept
Makashi-
Untrained
Soresu-
Untrained
Ataru-
Untrained
Shien/Djem So- Untrained
>>Sub-form Backhanded-
Niman-
Novice
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Untrained
Juyo-
Untrained
Double Bladed Combat- Untrained
Biography:
Prologue: Marek and Sara were terrified. Vanquo, their best hope for refuge, was being attacked by Imperials. What could they do? Sara was pregnant, and they did not want their child to become just another lackey in the Sith Empire. They could not flee to the Republic, they were wanted for theft and other petty crimes, and did not want their son to grow up and become what they were. As homes around them were reduced to rubble, they fled, slow, but inching towards the Republic ships. Then, they saw a retreat they could use: a Jedi ship. The Jedi would not turn them down; they preached peace and kindness. They could remain as refugees on the planet, under the protection of the Jedi. So, they decided to head to a planet that, at the time, was very associated with the Jedi, but did not hold a temple, so that they could start a life without their son.
Once they had their son, naming him Jerek, a little before reaching the planet (hence why they chose to associate his birth with Vanquo) they were informed that he was force sensitive, as they had expected. They sometimes asked how he was doing, since he was no longer on the planet and now on Coruscant.. The would remain his shadows, and rejoice at the happiness he would find in this life.
Jerek's Story: Born near Coruscant to two refugees seeking aid at the Jedi Temples, he was discovered to be force sensitive, and was taken into training. His parents, humans named Marek Dogen and Sara Dogen, wanted him to have a better life, so they left him in the care of the Order, and now reside in the temple. He never knew them, and still does not know they exist and live on Tython, far away from him. In fact, they were very interested in how well he was doing, and loved when he showed his training saber techniques in the training fields. He, however, always loved knowledge over the more average things for younglings to enjoy at the temple, like handling the training sabers. Hence, Jerek was friendless for most of his life, according to outsiders. But, he never felt friendless. He had tons of friends, in the holocrons of the archives. While others rested or trained their lightsaber skills, having fun bashing the training droids to pieces, he studied those holocrons, and learned great things. Hence, while his lightsaber training was practically non-existent, other than times when the instructor locked him out of the archives until he defeated at least one training droid, his force training prospered.
One day, it was announced to a set of the older younglings that they would be eligible to be padawans. Due to his almost completely passive nature, Jerek was likely to be sent to the medical corps, until one fateful day. Every youngling was fighting droids in front of some of the more battle-focused masters, to see if one of the padawans had the skill with a blade to be a padawan to them. However, one youngling rigged the droids to give him an advantage, making himself look better in the eyes of the masters. However, the rigging backfired, and, upon the droid's entry in battle, it exploded, harming the youngling greatly. Before the masters even knew what had happened, Jerek was on the field. He force pushed the nearby droids, incapacitating them for a second, and set to work force healing the youngling. Using all the force healing abilities he had learned from the holocrons, he was able to save the youngling from any permanent harm, and earned himself a role as a padawan in the process. Impressed by his work, one Jedi decided to become Jerek's master.
His master was a male twi'lek, who was wise, and also a counselor. Jerek quickly made a name for himself by healing any injured Jedi or Jedi trainees. He had just turned 17 when his master informed him that they were to go on an off world mission which involved a little danger. Some padawans practically jumped at the chance to fight. Did Jerek? No, his face almost fell. He didn't want to imagine killing or hurting someone, much less do it. But, he sucked it up, and followed his master to the ship. When the reached the world, he discovered that it was crawling with scum. Kashykk was not a great world, and as soon as they got there, life became difficult. The small group of Imperial supporters. tried to attack a republic factory, which was where the combat emerged. In one particularly close skirmish, he had to use his abilities to harm an enemy. He was shocked at the screams of agony as the man was sent right next to a forge. Then, Jerek's master was shot, and close to death.
As his master was about to die, he told his padawan not to learn from this as a means to harbor anger, but to learn more on healing, so others would not feel such a loss. Upon return, he mourned, longer than anyone expected even him to, and, once the tears were drying, he was awarded with the completion of his trial of flesh. Hence, he was now on his way to learn more and finish his trials, but not with a master. He was overcome with grief, and spent a few years not trying to complete his trials, out of respect. However, he found joy in his life from healing, and force study. The council respected his years of mourning, too, so they did not wish to send him to the healing corps. He soon bested his grief, and ventured to Ilum, learning while there. He now comes back to the temple of Tython, studying there.
Roleplay Sample: .
Jerek looked at the archives in front of him. Well, not exactly. He was practically not even looking, just feeling the knowledge in front of him. Yes, a stash of holocrons might have seemed like nothing to others, but he loved them. In one of his favorites, a master instructed on the usage of force healing. He constantly practiced it, loving the feeling of regeneration and the surge of life the force gave him. He emanated with positive, light side aura, which even nearby younglings seemed to stop, breathe, and walk on, smiling, when close to. But, he didn't have his peace any longer. He hadn't slept in two nights, nor ate a meal since dawn three days ago, so he was probably about to be plagued with more injured. A medical droid rushed into the archives, escorting him to sick bay.
There lied a young padawan, a wounded Anzat. It seemed he fell to the new, experimental training vibroswords the droids were getting installed into them. Jerek let out a sigh in his surprisingly high, yet passive, voice. It felt as if all the Jedi cared about these days were lightsabers and smashing through enemies with force pushes. He worked at the biotech nearby while the target was calmed by his Force of Peace Aura. Once it was finished settling in on the pained Anzat, Jerek went to work, force healing the Anzat by touching all the wounds with his warm, gentle fingers, caressing bruises and gashes left by grazed strikes from the vibroswords. This Anzat was lucky to be alive, as he was fairly incapable in the force, it seemed, since Jerek could not feel him using any healing force abilities, even while making contact. Anyway, let me see what would help this one if he ever got into a scrape again, and I was a bit busy, thought Jerek. He always loved to give his patients a little something to help patch themselves up next time. No one wanted to be the one who had to be sent to sick bay, especially not from a training bot, and he did understand that. He instructed the Anzat on a little trinket he made, which was a very easy to use medpack. Once he sent the Anzat on his way, Jerek realized something: what he needed now was a nice, long rest. The best remedy, other than force powers, after all, was rest and warm food.
Jerek Dogen
Race:
Human
Age:
24
Birthplace:
Vanquo
Allegiance:
Jedi Order
Status:
Jedi Counselor
Rank:
Padawan
Height/Weight:
5'9"/ 120 lbs.
Appearance:
Jerek had a fairly weak build, and bone thin arms and legs. His eyes have a tint of bloodshot, which is hidden well due to the healing powers of the light side of the force and his hazel iris. He wears brown and tan robes, which hang very loosely. In fact, when meditating, it looks like the triangle his two sleeves make is bigger than the one his hands make. He has pale, white skin, the kind you can only get from staying indoors way too often. He has brown hair, which makes a small braid in the back of his head. His neck is medium, and his eyebrows are as brown as his hair. He has no facial hair, and keeps a clean, shaven look at all times. He has no unique accessories.
Personality:
A very kind, wise person. Despises fighting, and always cares for others. Although kind, he can be very prone to emotions if serious things happen. He does not wish anyone harm, and is never filled with malice.
He has no memories other than life as a youngling, so he is a paragon of the jedi principles. He is somewhat bad at talking with others, due to his absurd way of talking and lack of interaction. He also loves studying and learning, especially culture and the force.
Ships/Vehicles:
He doesn't own any, and, due to his talents and weaknesses, rarely leaves Tython.
Equipment:
Green Lightsaber. Outfitted with a latch to cling onto his sleeve, or he would lose it to one strike from a foe.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength -
Below Average
Agility -
Below Average
Intelligence -
Superior
Charisma -
Above Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic-
Adept
Telepathic-
Adept
Body-
Unskilled
Sense-
Apprentice
Protection-
Apprentice
Healing:–
Adept
Destruction–
Unskilled
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
None
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Force Control Pain: Novice, Force of Peace Aura: Novice,
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Biotech: Novice, Slicing: Novice
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho-
Adept
Makashi-
Untrained
Soresu-
Untrained
Ataru-
Untrained
Shien/Djem So- Untrained
>>Sub-form Backhanded-
Niman-
Novice
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Untrained
Juyo-
Untrained
Double Bladed Combat- Untrained
Biography:
Prologue: Marek and Sara were terrified. Vanquo, their best hope for refuge, was being attacked by Imperials. What could they do? Sara was pregnant, and they did not want their child to become just another lackey in the Sith Empire. They could not flee to the Republic, they were wanted for theft and other petty crimes, and did not want their son to grow up and become what they were. As homes around them were reduced to rubble, they fled, slow, but inching towards the Republic ships. Then, they saw a retreat they could use: a Jedi ship. The Jedi would not turn them down; they preached peace and kindness. They could remain as refugees on the planet, under the protection of the Jedi. So, they decided to head to a planet that, at the time, was very associated with the Jedi, but did not hold a temple, so that they could start a life without their son.
Once they had their son, naming him Jerek, a little before reaching the planet (hence why they chose to associate his birth with Vanquo) they were informed that he was force sensitive, as they had expected. They sometimes asked how he was doing, since he was no longer on the planet and now on Coruscant.. The would remain his shadows, and rejoice at the happiness he would find in this life.
Jerek's Story: Born near Coruscant to two refugees seeking aid at the Jedi Temples, he was discovered to be force sensitive, and was taken into training. His parents, humans named Marek Dogen and Sara Dogen, wanted him to have a better life, so they left him in the care of the Order, and now reside in the temple. He never knew them, and still does not know they exist and live on Tython, far away from him. In fact, they were very interested in how well he was doing, and loved when he showed his training saber techniques in the training fields. He, however, always loved knowledge over the more average things for younglings to enjoy at the temple, like handling the training sabers. Hence, Jerek was friendless for most of his life, according to outsiders. But, he never felt friendless. He had tons of friends, in the holocrons of the archives. While others rested or trained their lightsaber skills, having fun bashing the training droids to pieces, he studied those holocrons, and learned great things. Hence, while his lightsaber training was practically non-existent, other than times when the instructor locked him out of the archives until he defeated at least one training droid, his force training prospered.
One day, it was announced to a set of the older younglings that they would be eligible to be padawans. Due to his almost completely passive nature, Jerek was likely to be sent to the medical corps, until one fateful day. Every youngling was fighting droids in front of some of the more battle-focused masters, to see if one of the padawans had the skill with a blade to be a padawan to them. However, one youngling rigged the droids to give him an advantage, making himself look better in the eyes of the masters. However, the rigging backfired, and, upon the droid's entry in battle, it exploded, harming the youngling greatly. Before the masters even knew what had happened, Jerek was on the field. He force pushed the nearby droids, incapacitating them for a second, and set to work force healing the youngling. Using all the force healing abilities he had learned from the holocrons, he was able to save the youngling from any permanent harm, and earned himself a role as a padawan in the process. Impressed by his work, one Jedi decided to become Jerek's master.
His master was a male twi'lek, who was wise, and also a counselor. Jerek quickly made a name for himself by healing any injured Jedi or Jedi trainees. He had just turned 17 when his master informed him that they were to go on an off world mission which involved a little danger. Some padawans practically jumped at the chance to fight. Did Jerek? No, his face almost fell. He didn't want to imagine killing or hurting someone, much less do it. But, he sucked it up, and followed his master to the ship. When the reached the world, he discovered that it was crawling with scum. Kashykk was not a great world, and as soon as they got there, life became difficult. The small group of Imperial supporters. tried to attack a republic factory, which was where the combat emerged. In one particularly close skirmish, he had to use his abilities to harm an enemy. He was shocked at the screams of agony as the man was sent right next to a forge. Then, Jerek's master was shot, and close to death.
As his master was about to die, he told his padawan not to learn from this as a means to harbor anger, but to learn more on healing, so others would not feel such a loss. Upon return, he mourned, longer than anyone expected even him to, and, once the tears were drying, he was awarded with the completion of his trial of flesh. Hence, he was now on his way to learn more and finish his trials, but not with a master. He was overcome with grief, and spent a few years not trying to complete his trials, out of respect. However, he found joy in his life from healing, and force study. The council respected his years of mourning, too, so they did not wish to send him to the healing corps. He soon bested his grief, and ventured to Ilum, learning while there. He now comes back to the temple of Tython, studying there.
Roleplay Sample: .
Jerek looked at the archives in front of him. Well, not exactly. He was practically not even looking, just feeling the knowledge in front of him. Yes, a stash of holocrons might have seemed like nothing to others, but he loved them. In one of his favorites, a master instructed on the usage of force healing. He constantly practiced it, loving the feeling of regeneration and the surge of life the force gave him. He emanated with positive, light side aura, which even nearby younglings seemed to stop, breathe, and walk on, smiling, when close to. But, he didn't have his peace any longer. He hadn't slept in two nights, nor ate a meal since dawn three days ago, so he was probably about to be plagued with more injured. A medical droid rushed into the archives, escorting him to sick bay.
There lied a young padawan, a wounded Anzat. It seemed he fell to the new, experimental training vibroswords the droids were getting installed into them. Jerek let out a sigh in his surprisingly high, yet passive, voice. It felt as if all the Jedi cared about these days were lightsabers and smashing through enemies with force pushes. He worked at the biotech nearby while the target was calmed by his Force of Peace Aura. Once it was finished settling in on the pained Anzat, Jerek went to work, force healing the Anzat by touching all the wounds with his warm, gentle fingers, caressing bruises and gashes left by grazed strikes from the vibroswords. This Anzat was lucky to be alive, as he was fairly incapable in the force, it seemed, since Jerek could not feel him using any healing force abilities, even while making contact. Anyway, let me see what would help this one if he ever got into a scrape again, and I was a bit busy, thought Jerek. He always loved to give his patients a little something to help patch themselves up next time. No one wanted to be the one who had to be sent to sick bay, especially not from a training bot, and he did understand that. He instructed the Anzat on a little trinket he made, which was a very easy to use medpack. Once he sent the Anzat on his way, Jerek realized something: what he needed now was a nice, long rest. The best remedy, other than force powers, after all, was rest and warm food.
