Post by Toff on Dec 5, 2008 23:09:16 GMT -5
Name: Garth Norghar
Alias: Garth
Race: Human
Age: 54
Height: 1 Meter
Weight: 95 LBS
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Master or Knight. (Whichever the Admins decide)
Appearance:
As a Drall, Garth finds the idea of covering one’s body in clothing amusing. Instead of normal clothing, Garth wears a belt containing various equipment he uses in the field, such as weapons, gadgets, and food. Other than that, Garth is covered in thick, white fur.
Garth has a round head with two small, pointed ears on the top of his head. His ears are angled towards the middle of his head, and are covered in a thin, white fur. His ear fur is so thin it is almost invisible. His face elongates to a snout and a small, pink, hear-shaped nose. He has thin whiskers sprouting form the area around his nose, and thicker white fur around his mouth, almost like a beard. Being an albino, Garth’s eyes are red, but not intimidating or evil. Despite the color, they are actually full of compassion and wisdom.
Garth, like most Drall, is very short; in fact, he stands only one meter in height. His body is covered in thick, soft, white fur. Under that fur, however, his small body is covered in hard, strong muscle. His small body and “cute” appearance is often distracting and misleading.
Garth is small by inter-planetary standards, but by Drall standards he is about average. Hidden under his thick albino fur is hardened, tone muscle. He looks rather short and stocky, but he has great agility and speed, despite the fact that he looks like he would waddle.
Personality:
Upon looking at him, most people would think Garth to be a cute, cuddly creature with a high pitched, squeaky voice, much like a living teddy bear. While his fur is soft and cuddly, he is generally not. In fact, if anybody tries to “cuddle” him, or pick him up, his most common reaction is to bite them, scratch them, or, if they are an enemy, slice their hands off. Despite this, Garth is normally a kind and friendly person... erm, Drall.
Aside from that pet peeve, Garth is your typical Drall. He is wise, intelligent, and obsessed with keeping records of his experiences. He has been known to write down details of a mission while still on said mission, though only during extreme down time or boredom.
To his friends, Garth is as friendly as any normal human being. He can always be relied on to give wise words of advice, and is very effective in cheering people up (Perhaps it is because of his teddy bear-like appearance).
To his enemies, however, Garth is viscous beyond what he looks capable of. Looking at him, his enemies underestimate him and peg him as an easy kill, however, when he fights, he has the ferocity of a crazed nexu.
Bio:
Personally, I find my own history quite inconsequential, but as a Drall, I have an obsession with writing down everything. Unlike most other species, we Drall are quite capable of seeing our own faults and eccentricities, and addressing them without shame. All Drall know that our obsession with record keeping is strange to most other species, but, honestly, we don’t care. It is an extremely important part of our society, and it will be done until the end of time.
But enough about the idiosyncrasies of my species. You are all here to learn about me, it seems, so I shall become the storyteller and inform you of all you would like to know.
According to my parents, I was quite the happy toddler, but then again, most Drall are quite happy as children. My father, Hored, was a Jedi while he lived. He never attained anything higher than the rank of Knight, but many Jedi live their lives out as knights. Unfortunately for my family, my father died during a mission to Taris. He was captured by a large group of criminals who had found out that he was trying to take them down. They tortured him for a while before they finally killed him. Their sheer numbers were too much for him to handle.
When news of his death reached my mother and I, she was heartbroken. I, being only two years of age, had no idea what was going on, only that my mother was upset, and that upset me. Either way, the Jedi who had come to bring us the news of my father’s death brought something he hadn’t had before with him back to Ossus. Me.
Upon reaching Ossus, I was as confused as I can ever remember being. I was put in a large room with many beds and many other people sleeping in said beds. There was one free one waaay in the back corner of the room. Apparently that was to be my bed.
I walked over to it and deposited all my belongings between the bed and the wall. I looked at my belongings. Perhaps I should say belonging. It was only a belt. The necklace my mother gave me hung around my neck, and would never leave that position for fifty two years.
The next day, my training began, along with a large group of other new toddlers. The older Jedi called us younglings. We were taught and trained (some where taught to walk) in a large group every day with one of the Masters. It went on this way for nearly eleven years, every day we trained and ate, every night we all went to sleep at the same time. When I was thirteen, the monotony finally ended.
A Jedi Master who wished to stay anonymous in my writings took me on as his personal student known as a Padawan. Training continued, but it was one-on-one training this time. Through my new master I learned many new Force techniques. He knew my size could be a great advantage, and played to my strengths to make me into the best Jedi he could. The first thing he taught me was Force Speed. He showed me how to slow the world around me down to gain an advantage over my opponent. Because of my size, he told me that it would be an invaluable skill. That along with Force Jump, which was the next power he taught me. Every day we worked on these powers, as well as working on new powers and, eventually, new lightsaber forms.
At the age of 15, my Master decided it was time to teach my Ataru. Since the form involved high speed jumps and turns, and since I just learned Seed and Jump, it fit in perfectly with my teachings.
He continued to train me every day in the skills I had already learned, as well as incorporating a new one every now and then. This went on for another six years, until I reached the age of 21. It was then that the Council deemed my worthy of the Jedi Trials.
Unfortunately for me, the Jedi weren’t heavily involved in a war at the time, so completing the trails would be slightly difficult. Luckily, however, my Master and I were to be sent to settle a border dispute on Honoghr. Apparently a few of the Noghri Clans did not see eye to eye, and outside intervention was needed. When my Master and I arrived on Horonghr, the two clans in question were staring at each other across a field, both sides armed to the teeth.
My Master and I rushed to the middle of the field to try and stop the battle. Coming between the two Noghri clans was probably most foolish thing I have ever done, but apparently, to my Master, it showed courage. Having the power to understand and speak many other languages, I was the one who spoke up.
“People of Honoghr!” he began. I saw many Noghri look at me and chuckle because of my size. I paused a moment, not losing my composure because of the snickering. “Please, lay down your arms. This fighting is unnecessary! Lay down your arms and negotiate! We can help work out any differences-“ It was at that point that a Noghri decided he had had enough, and fired a blaster at my Master and I. I whipped out my lightsaber and deflected the shot before it could embed itself in my Master’s forehead.
My Master gave me a silent thanks, and I continued on. “I say once again, lay down your arms! Negotiate! Peace can be attained!”
On one side, the Noghri actually listened to me. They threw down their guns and blades in a gesture of peace. The other side, however, did not. Instead, they began to fire on the now unarmed enemy clan, as well as on my Master and I. Again. Taking my lightsaber out once again, I continued to deflect blaster shots with my Master as we retreated into the peaceful clan ranks. The peaceful clan retreated right along with us, and we heard victory screeches behind us.
When we reached the peaceful clan’s camp, the Noghri who was apparently the leader spoke up.
“Because of you, our whole clan was almost slaughtered,” he said.
“No,” I replied. “Because of us, your whole clan will not be destroyed.” It was quite obvious that the other clan was far superior in the ways of war, and this clan was more of an intellectual clan.
After much talking and arguing, it was decided that there would be war after all. My Master thought that it was best if we just leave and let them settle their differences, but I disagreed.
“It is our duty as Jedi to protect the peace, is it not?” I asked him. “If we leave, how is that protecting the peace?”
“If we fight,” he returned, “how is that keeping the peace?”
“War brings peace, Master,” I said. “At least for a short amount of time. And that is only if we cannot stop this before it begins. Nothing is final yet. We need to speak with the leaders of the other clan. If no peace can be reached, we must fight with the defenders. They are not trying to gain land, Master, they are trying to protect their homes.”
My Master nodded at me with a smile on his face. “So we stay,” he said.
That night we slept in a hut provided by the Noghri, and the next morning we left before daylight and traveled to the other Noghri camp. When we reached the camp, a group of Noghri guards were waiting for us. They took us to speak with their leaders.
“Esteemed Noghri Chief,” I began. “We come on behalf of the Jedi Order, and your opposing clan. They wish to negotiate a peace with you. They do not want war, and they suspect you do not either.” It was at this point that I started to leak the Force into my voice, calling upon the old Jedi Mind Trick. “You do not want war. You want peace. You want things to go back to the way they were before this dispute.”
I waited and watched the leader. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. “Your mind trick will not work on me!” he bellowed. He then ordered us to be taken to the prison chambers. It was there that we would be tortured.
Apparently the Noghri did not take kindly to foreigners on their world, and apparently they dealt with this by means of extreme torture. I was strapped into a spread eagle position, standing up with each foot in a bucket of water. My master was on a stretching rack. As they stretched my master, volts of electricity were repeatedly sent through my body, amplified greatly by the buckets of water.
Hours, days, weeks, we weren’t sure how long we were in there. It seemed like four lifetimes. Finally, after who knows how long, the door to the chambers was opened and a group of Noghri entered, and released us from our torture devices, as well as killed the Noghri who were torturing us.
Even though my Mind Trick had no effect on the leader, apparently it had worked on the rest of the Noghri in the area, and they betrayed the attacking clan. The peaceful clan used the information given to them by the traitors to win the war and keep the borders the way they were.
We arrived back on Ossus, preceded by the story of our mission. The Council asked to see me immediately, and I went before them, scorched fur and all. They deemed my actions worth of a Jedi Knight, and I was promoted accordingly.
Thirty two years later, I am still a Knight. The Council once intended on promoting me to Master, but I knew that I wasn't ready. Sure, I may have been stronger both physically and in the Force than most other Jedi in the Order, but I knew in my heart that I simply was not ready. It takes a strong person to take a position of power, but a wise one to know when he is not ready to do so. Even so, other Jedi often come to me for advice or counseling because of the wisdom that I apparently have. Either way I am a Knight of the Jedi order, and will remain that way until the council deems me fit to be promoted.
Lightsaber:
Color: White
Additional Items
- Holoprojector
- Utility Belt
- Repair tool kit
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 4
Soresu 2
Ataru 8
Shien / Djem So 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded 1
Niman 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 2
Juyo 4
Double Bladed Combat 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Force Camouflage
Force Wave / Repulse
Battle Mediation
Force Levitation
Telekinetic: 10
Telepathic: 9
Body: 7
Sense: 8
Protection: 7
Healing: 9
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
-Mastered Force powers-Speed, jump, sense, Concealment, telepathy
-Moderate force powers- Healing, Push, Pull, Blinding, Comprehend speech, Mind Trick
-Mastered Lightsaber form: Form IV Ataru
-Learned Lightsaber forms: Form I Shii Cho, Form II Makashi, Form III Soresu, Form IV Ataru
-Able to sense those around him and their actions
-Very quick and agile
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 8
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 9
Ranged Weapons: 7
Force Attunement: +9
RP Sample:
Garth had never been to Taris. In fact, he was barely even aware of its existence. He knew that it was a planet much like Coruscant, in that it was almost completely covered by a city, and that was about it. Apparently part of the planet was pristine and elegant, while the rest of it was a rotten, decaying ghetto. Garth wondered to himself why somebody hadn't tried to fix up the bad parts of the planet.
Though, on a planet torn by gang warfare, he realized it would be very hard to do so. Opposing gangs were more stubborn than opposing galactic powers. At least the galactic powers had diplomacy sectors to them. Not they they ever seemed to use them, but they did have them.
As Garth stood next to his ship on a landing platform, he was drawing many strange looks. He had to admit, though, how often did people on this, or any planet, see a Drall in Jedi robes? Seeing a three foot tall furry creature in the once-prestigious robes of the Jedi would be disconcerting and strange to many people. That combined with the fact that he was albino, and his robes were black. The black cloth of his robes contrasted sharply with the white of his fur and the red of his eyes.
Garth's eyes weren't a malicious or evil red, though. Surprisingly to many people, they held wisdom. knowledge, and compassion, three traits Garth prided himself on.
Looking around, Garth began to wonder where his partner was for this mission. Freeing Wookiees from bands of criminals would not be easy to do between the both of them, and if he had to do it by himself it would be a large problem.
Alias: Garth
Race: Human
Age: 54
Height: 1 Meter
Weight: 95 LBS
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Master or Knight. (Whichever the Admins decide)
Appearance:
As a Drall, Garth finds the idea of covering one’s body in clothing amusing. Instead of normal clothing, Garth wears a belt containing various equipment he uses in the field, such as weapons, gadgets, and food. Other than that, Garth is covered in thick, white fur.
Garth has a round head with two small, pointed ears on the top of his head. His ears are angled towards the middle of his head, and are covered in a thin, white fur. His ear fur is so thin it is almost invisible. His face elongates to a snout and a small, pink, hear-shaped nose. He has thin whiskers sprouting form the area around his nose, and thicker white fur around his mouth, almost like a beard. Being an albino, Garth’s eyes are red, but not intimidating or evil. Despite the color, they are actually full of compassion and wisdom.
Garth, like most Drall, is very short; in fact, he stands only one meter in height. His body is covered in thick, soft, white fur. Under that fur, however, his small body is covered in hard, strong muscle. His small body and “cute” appearance is often distracting and misleading.
Garth is small by inter-planetary standards, but by Drall standards he is about average. Hidden under his thick albino fur is hardened, tone muscle. He looks rather short and stocky, but he has great agility and speed, despite the fact that he looks like he would waddle.
Personality:
Upon looking at him, most people would think Garth to be a cute, cuddly creature with a high pitched, squeaky voice, much like a living teddy bear. While his fur is soft and cuddly, he is generally not. In fact, if anybody tries to “cuddle” him, or pick him up, his most common reaction is to bite them, scratch them, or, if they are an enemy, slice their hands off. Despite this, Garth is normally a kind and friendly person... erm, Drall.
Aside from that pet peeve, Garth is your typical Drall. He is wise, intelligent, and obsessed with keeping records of his experiences. He has been known to write down details of a mission while still on said mission, though only during extreme down time or boredom.
To his friends, Garth is as friendly as any normal human being. He can always be relied on to give wise words of advice, and is very effective in cheering people up (Perhaps it is because of his teddy bear-like appearance).
To his enemies, however, Garth is viscous beyond what he looks capable of. Looking at him, his enemies underestimate him and peg him as an easy kill, however, when he fights, he has the ferocity of a crazed nexu.
Bio:
Personally, I find my own history quite inconsequential, but as a Drall, I have an obsession with writing down everything. Unlike most other species, we Drall are quite capable of seeing our own faults and eccentricities, and addressing them without shame. All Drall know that our obsession with record keeping is strange to most other species, but, honestly, we don’t care. It is an extremely important part of our society, and it will be done until the end of time.
But enough about the idiosyncrasies of my species. You are all here to learn about me, it seems, so I shall become the storyteller and inform you of all you would like to know.
According to my parents, I was quite the happy toddler, but then again, most Drall are quite happy as children. My father, Hored, was a Jedi while he lived. He never attained anything higher than the rank of Knight, but many Jedi live their lives out as knights. Unfortunately for my family, my father died during a mission to Taris. He was captured by a large group of criminals who had found out that he was trying to take them down. They tortured him for a while before they finally killed him. Their sheer numbers were too much for him to handle.
When news of his death reached my mother and I, she was heartbroken. I, being only two years of age, had no idea what was going on, only that my mother was upset, and that upset me. Either way, the Jedi who had come to bring us the news of my father’s death brought something he hadn’t had before with him back to Ossus. Me.
Upon reaching Ossus, I was as confused as I can ever remember being. I was put in a large room with many beds and many other people sleeping in said beds. There was one free one waaay in the back corner of the room. Apparently that was to be my bed.
I walked over to it and deposited all my belongings between the bed and the wall. I looked at my belongings. Perhaps I should say belonging. It was only a belt. The necklace my mother gave me hung around my neck, and would never leave that position for fifty two years.
The next day, my training began, along with a large group of other new toddlers. The older Jedi called us younglings. We were taught and trained (some where taught to walk) in a large group every day with one of the Masters. It went on this way for nearly eleven years, every day we trained and ate, every night we all went to sleep at the same time. When I was thirteen, the monotony finally ended.
A Jedi Master who wished to stay anonymous in my writings took me on as his personal student known as a Padawan. Training continued, but it was one-on-one training this time. Through my new master I learned many new Force techniques. He knew my size could be a great advantage, and played to my strengths to make me into the best Jedi he could. The first thing he taught me was Force Speed. He showed me how to slow the world around me down to gain an advantage over my opponent. Because of my size, he told me that it would be an invaluable skill. That along with Force Jump, which was the next power he taught me. Every day we worked on these powers, as well as working on new powers and, eventually, new lightsaber forms.
At the age of 15, my Master decided it was time to teach my Ataru. Since the form involved high speed jumps and turns, and since I just learned Seed and Jump, it fit in perfectly with my teachings.
He continued to train me every day in the skills I had already learned, as well as incorporating a new one every now and then. This went on for another six years, until I reached the age of 21. It was then that the Council deemed my worthy of the Jedi Trials.
Unfortunately for me, the Jedi weren’t heavily involved in a war at the time, so completing the trails would be slightly difficult. Luckily, however, my Master and I were to be sent to settle a border dispute on Honoghr. Apparently a few of the Noghri Clans did not see eye to eye, and outside intervention was needed. When my Master and I arrived on Horonghr, the two clans in question were staring at each other across a field, both sides armed to the teeth.
My Master and I rushed to the middle of the field to try and stop the battle. Coming between the two Noghri clans was probably most foolish thing I have ever done, but apparently, to my Master, it showed courage. Having the power to understand and speak many other languages, I was the one who spoke up.
“People of Honoghr!” he began. I saw many Noghri look at me and chuckle because of my size. I paused a moment, not losing my composure because of the snickering. “Please, lay down your arms. This fighting is unnecessary! Lay down your arms and negotiate! We can help work out any differences-“ It was at that point that a Noghri decided he had had enough, and fired a blaster at my Master and I. I whipped out my lightsaber and deflected the shot before it could embed itself in my Master’s forehead.
My Master gave me a silent thanks, and I continued on. “I say once again, lay down your arms! Negotiate! Peace can be attained!”
On one side, the Noghri actually listened to me. They threw down their guns and blades in a gesture of peace. The other side, however, did not. Instead, they began to fire on the now unarmed enemy clan, as well as on my Master and I. Again. Taking my lightsaber out once again, I continued to deflect blaster shots with my Master as we retreated into the peaceful clan ranks. The peaceful clan retreated right along with us, and we heard victory screeches behind us.
When we reached the peaceful clan’s camp, the Noghri who was apparently the leader spoke up.
“Because of you, our whole clan was almost slaughtered,” he said.
“No,” I replied. “Because of us, your whole clan will not be destroyed.” It was quite obvious that the other clan was far superior in the ways of war, and this clan was more of an intellectual clan.
After much talking and arguing, it was decided that there would be war after all. My Master thought that it was best if we just leave and let them settle their differences, but I disagreed.
“It is our duty as Jedi to protect the peace, is it not?” I asked him. “If we leave, how is that protecting the peace?”
“If we fight,” he returned, “how is that keeping the peace?”
“War brings peace, Master,” I said. “At least for a short amount of time. And that is only if we cannot stop this before it begins. Nothing is final yet. We need to speak with the leaders of the other clan. If no peace can be reached, we must fight with the defenders. They are not trying to gain land, Master, they are trying to protect their homes.”
My Master nodded at me with a smile on his face. “So we stay,” he said.
That night we slept in a hut provided by the Noghri, and the next morning we left before daylight and traveled to the other Noghri camp. When we reached the camp, a group of Noghri guards were waiting for us. They took us to speak with their leaders.
“Esteemed Noghri Chief,” I began. “We come on behalf of the Jedi Order, and your opposing clan. They wish to negotiate a peace with you. They do not want war, and they suspect you do not either.” It was at this point that I started to leak the Force into my voice, calling upon the old Jedi Mind Trick. “You do not want war. You want peace. You want things to go back to the way they were before this dispute.”
I waited and watched the leader. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. “Your mind trick will not work on me!” he bellowed. He then ordered us to be taken to the prison chambers. It was there that we would be tortured.
Apparently the Noghri did not take kindly to foreigners on their world, and apparently they dealt with this by means of extreme torture. I was strapped into a spread eagle position, standing up with each foot in a bucket of water. My master was on a stretching rack. As they stretched my master, volts of electricity were repeatedly sent through my body, amplified greatly by the buckets of water.
Hours, days, weeks, we weren’t sure how long we were in there. It seemed like four lifetimes. Finally, after who knows how long, the door to the chambers was opened and a group of Noghri entered, and released us from our torture devices, as well as killed the Noghri who were torturing us.
Even though my Mind Trick had no effect on the leader, apparently it had worked on the rest of the Noghri in the area, and they betrayed the attacking clan. The peaceful clan used the information given to them by the traitors to win the war and keep the borders the way they were.
We arrived back on Ossus, preceded by the story of our mission. The Council asked to see me immediately, and I went before them, scorched fur and all. They deemed my actions worth of a Jedi Knight, and I was promoted accordingly.
Thirty two years later, I am still a Knight. The Council once intended on promoting me to Master, but I knew that I wasn't ready. Sure, I may have been stronger both physically and in the Force than most other Jedi in the Order, but I knew in my heart that I simply was not ready. It takes a strong person to take a position of power, but a wise one to know when he is not ready to do so. Even so, other Jedi often come to me for advice or counseling because of the wisdom that I apparently have. Either way I am a Knight of the Jedi order, and will remain that way until the council deems me fit to be promoted.
Lightsaber:
Color: White
Additional Items
- Holoprojector
- Utility Belt
- Repair tool kit
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 4
Soresu 2
Ataru 8
Shien / Djem So 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded 1
Niman 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 2
Juyo 4
Double Bladed Combat 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Force Camouflage
Force Wave / Repulse
Battle Mediation
Force Levitation
Telekinetic: 10
Telepathic: 9
Body: 7
Sense: 8
Protection: 7
Healing: 9
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
-Mastered Force powers-Speed, jump, sense, Concealment, telepathy
-Moderate force powers- Healing, Push, Pull, Blinding, Comprehend speech, Mind Trick
-Mastered Lightsaber form: Form IV Ataru
-Learned Lightsaber forms: Form I Shii Cho, Form II Makashi, Form III Soresu, Form IV Ataru
-Able to sense those around him and their actions
-Very quick and agile
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 8
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 9
Ranged Weapons: 7
Force Attunement: +9
RP Sample:
Garth had never been to Taris. In fact, he was barely even aware of its existence. He knew that it was a planet much like Coruscant, in that it was almost completely covered by a city, and that was about it. Apparently part of the planet was pristine and elegant, while the rest of it was a rotten, decaying ghetto. Garth wondered to himself why somebody hadn't tried to fix up the bad parts of the planet.
Though, on a planet torn by gang warfare, he realized it would be very hard to do so. Opposing gangs were more stubborn than opposing galactic powers. At least the galactic powers had diplomacy sectors to them. Not they they ever seemed to use them, but they did have them.
As Garth stood next to his ship on a landing platform, he was drawing many strange looks. He had to admit, though, how often did people on this, or any planet, see a Drall in Jedi robes? Seeing a three foot tall furry creature in the once-prestigious robes of the Jedi would be disconcerting and strange to many people. That combined with the fact that he was albino, and his robes were black. The black cloth of his robes contrasted sharply with the white of his fur and the red of his eyes.
Garth's eyes weren't a malicious or evil red, though. Surprisingly to many people, they held wisdom. knowledge, and compassion, three traits Garth prided himself on.
Looking around, Garth began to wonder where his partner was for this mission. Freeing Wookiees from bands of criminals would not be easy to do between the both of them, and if he had to do it by himself it would be a large problem.
