Post by Rahn on May 25, 2018 2:21:22 GMT -5
 Character Name Full Name • Derryn Alchiban Nickname • N/A Race • Human Birthplace • Great Rock, Ord Mantell Age • 20 Gender • Male Sexuality • Pansexual Faction • Jedi Concept • Rank 1 Padawan, still in the early stages of his becoming one. Languages • Galactic Basic Standard Assets • Nothing aside from a clear crystal he took with him when he left home to join the Jedi ranks. Aside from provisions given to him from the Jedi. Appearance Face Claim • Sebastian Stan Height & Weight • 6'0 / 152 lbs Overall Looks • Dark hair, typically tied back in messy fashion, tending to get his padawan braid tied into it instead of letting it droop as per normal fashion. Small scar at the left of his jawline and near the neck. Slim and toned physique and tends to stand with a slightly imposing posture. Keeps his robes tied loosely in order to more comfortably move in them but outside of that keeps his clothes semi form fitting and casual. Personality Profile A determined boy from a early start with a knack for surviving on his own when situation arose. Quick thinking and usually making a backup plan for his backup plans because worst case scenario is almost always around the corner. Keeps to himself a lot as he finds it better to focus on what he's doing and needs to do, thus leading to a slightly detached being at his core. A lot of times when things get to be overwhelming for him he'll go pick up a vibrosword or a stick and practice his combat motions on his own, or find a quiet spot to sit and relax. Little moments like this help to keep him in a reserved and seemingly nonchalant attitude. Background Father • Girron Junn, 45, former Republic Soldier (deceased) Mother • Tehana Alchiban, 43, merchant (deceased) Siblings • N/A Other Important Connections • None that he keeps Overall History • Born a secret to his father at first for his ties to military and fear it may cause him to throw his seemingly prosperous life away, Derryn was raised by his mother in part. He lived a rather protected life at that point, the only real problem being himself and his determination to get out and find things to do causing him to get into all kinds of trouble. That same determination caused him to be away from home as his mother became subject of a violent robbery which led to her death. A time that wouldn't come as news to his father as he was killed in action to Derryn's unknowing. Thus by the age of fourteen he began to live in between being fostered and taking care of himself. If there was nothing else Ord Mantell taught him, it was how to survive. He'd learned to shoot from local smugglers and hunters. Learned to eat and cook for himself from those that also sought refuge outside of commonly populated areas. Over the three years he'd supposed to be fostered he developed a number of skills and qualities. The only real thing he was missing was control of latent Force affinity that even he didn't know he had. It was dark out then, at least as he remembered it, hunger getting the better of him and causing the now sixteen year old Derryn to step out of refuge for something to eat. The past few days had been less than fruitful, but something in his heart (or stomach) told him all his troubles would end tonight. He'd grab his blaster rifle and set out to track whatever he could, something sizeable enough to make a small meal out of. Maybe leave some scraps to pick up in the morning before he'd set out again. Something to at least give him a decent night sleep, for what that was worth. He'd spend majority of the night tracking, and near morning was about to give up until he'd hear rustling nearby his position. Desperation kicked in under calmed demeanor then, finding a bush plot to set up his shot and waiting patiently til whatever it was came out. Waiting though had caused him unrest, causing him to take the choice of make some noise and see if it's as curious as he is. When he did make noise to try and summon the creature he got more than an answer though. A Savrip had apparently been waiting as well and now that it knew where he was made it's charge. Derryn yelled out in fear as he retreated, blaster shots into the night to see if he could maim the creature and cause it to veer off on its chase. To no avail as the Savrip caught up and took a swing. A close call it would turn out to be, claw catching along his jaw some and throwing his attempt to roll off as he now fell down a hill. At the bottom he'd slammed into some rocks, his body sore from the tumble across the terrain and leaving any option to move with a painful repercussion. His vision was hazy as he searched for his blaster, fingers running over broken bits of metal as he blinked to try to get it back, the sound of an angry Savrip nearby made him stop though. Turning onto his back and looking up at the hazy shape of a creature that now was in for the kill, arms raised up and ready to crush him with sheer power. Derryn could do nothing now but raise his hands, a pathetic attempt at catching the blow if anyone else were to see it. But if they had seen it, they'd have seen that he did. Hands were raised but eyes remained closed, face scrunched up in a wince as he'd mentally prepared to be pulp. One eye slowly opening to reveal the Savrip, now in full view, struggling against him. Out of fear Derryn would lose his vision a tad bit again although his body reacted as if he'd practiced this over and over again. His hands remained raised, moving on his own to his feet all the while pushing the Savrip back. At which point the creature versed in rage was now subject of the fear Derryn once was filled with. Once the boy dropped his hands the creature fled back into the brush, leaving the entranced body to fall back to the ground once more and into a deep sleep. When Derryn awoke the next morning he was back in his tent, vision still hazy as if he'd never left that rock bed, and bandaged over his more noteable wounds. He'd rub his cheek as the subtle ring in his ears subsided into the typical headache. Though the next few moments were anything but a fever dream. A Jedi stepped into his tent then, an alien race he hadn't seen before though the robes seemed to define who they were. Like something from the stories and articles he'd seen and heard had stepped right in front of him. The being knelt down after a moment, placing a hand on Derryn's shoulder and offering a rather warm smile as they spoke. "You have a very special gift, Derryn. I'd like to teach you how to use it." - Now that he thought about it, that was about four years ago, and he still felt like his journey was just starting. |
