Post by Infamous1 on Aug 11, 2007 5:21:16 GMT -5
Name: Jikko Naffek
Race: Anzati(singular: Anzat)
Age: 150(From what I've read, they reach puberty at about 100, so he is basically a young adult)
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 173 lbs.
Appearance:
Just de-age the face a bit and it's him.
Birth place: Anzat
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Knight
Bio: Most people thought the Anzati were a myth. Jikko Naffek was no myth. Most people thought the Anzati were vampires. Jikko Naffek was no vampire. Jikko Naffek was just another Anzati.
When he was younger, his parents would let him feed on young children they had kidnapped. They didn't REALLY kidnap them. The children came willingly, as far as the naked eye could tell. His parents would go to a random town, on a random planet, and they would simply pick out which kids they liked and the kids would come. After a few kids came, they would move on. The kids would never be seen again. That was so long ago, Jikko Naffek could only remember the feedings.
At the age of 50, or so, Jikko Naffek's father started to teach him about their past. Their legacy. His father told him how he had been a key member of the last great war. Jikko Naffek's father's father had been a key member of the great war before that. On and on it went, to the very first war of the galaxy. Jikko Naffek learned of a great many things, but that was all he could really recall from that era of his life.
At the age of 80, or so, Jikko Naffek found something as equally satisfying as the soup, for nothing could be, or ever would be, greater than the soup. He found bloodlust. He also learned that the soup could be a very dangerous thing when it is over-eaten. His father never learned that. His father was consumed by the need for the soup. So consumed that he went into an feeding frenzy and drank Jikko Naffek's mother's soup. Jikko Naffek witnessed the last gulp of his mother's demise. Now, it is a law of the galaxy that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Perhaps the greatest example of that law happened next. Jikko Naffek killed his father. Not for the soup, but for the fulfilling taste of vengance. With his family gone, he felt a profound sense of freedom. So he left his home planet and went to explore the galaxy.
During his travels, he made a pact with himself. He would only feed when it was absolutely needed. In doing so, he hoped he could keep his appetite in check. He didn't want to be consumed by his need like his father had. When he stopped on the world of Korriban, he had a small scare. He was in a remote area when his hunger ambushed him. He hurried back to civilization, but not as fast as he would have hoped. He couldn't wait for some helpless victim. He had to feed on the first person he came upon. That person happened to be an Adept of the Dark Jedi. When he finished his feeding, he felt a power wash over him. Unsure of what exactly that was, Jikko Naffek checked the person to see if he could find out what was special about him. He came across a lightsaber. He recognised it for what it was and knew that the Dark Jedi weren't people to mess with. At the same time, he wished to feel that power again. So, when the Dark Jedi found him standing over a body of their fallen ally, Jikko Naffek was both a little fearful and a little happy. Both of those feelings compounded into surprise when the Jedi took him in for training.
[The training/Adept days will be filled in once I've found agreements for connected bios.]
Lightsaber: Dual(one normal and one short) The short one was taken from his first Jedi victim, the one at the end of the 5th bio paragraph.
Color: Normal; Orange. Short; Red.
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
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1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
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1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
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1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Allignment
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5 4 3 [2] 1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Sample RP:
Jikko Naffek raised the dazed victim to his face. His tenticle-like proboscises extended from his cheeks and forced their way up the victim's nostrils. Pure satisfaction rushed through his mind as he slurpped up the victim's soup. The same satisfaction was banished as the victim seemed to dissolve into nothingness. A little weirded out by that, Jikko waited for a second before going for the next victim. His eyes glazed over as he stared into the horrified victim's eyes. The victim's face suddenly became slack and emotionless as Jikko continued to stare. He reached out and brought this one's head to his face, just like the last one. This one too disappeared. Going into a frenzy, Jikko went through the next few people fast, all of them disappearing. He started to get really scared. Why was this happening, how will I eat, who is doing this? All those questions rushed through his mind as he heared a loud beeping sound.
Jikko shot up out of his bed, his eyes darting around his room. It took him a second, but he realised where he was and that he had been having a nightmare. He turned off his beeping alarm and breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived when he figured out why he had such a nightmare. "Man, I'm hungry. If only Dad didn't eat so much, we'd still have some cattle," Jikko said, with a little irritation. They had just refilled their stock a couple months ago. Of course, they didn't get as much as they wanted because his father had gotten greedy. He just had to go and try to lure away some extra kids. He got caught and they lost all of their cattle collected from that town. They had a system. A few kids from each town and then move on to the next town and do the same. As their family was an iffluential one, they were able to lay claim to quite a few towns on a couple planets, so they didn't have to make return trips too often. That was convinient, since towns got suspicious when too many kids went missing. They weren't due to refill their stock for a couple more weeks, but they had already run out.
A noise from the other room shook Jikko out of his thoughts. He hurried to get dressed and went to see what it was. He saw that his parent's door was cracked, so he peeked in. Afterwards, he wished he hadn't. He saw his father slurping up the last remains of his mother's brain. He stepped back from the doorway and leaned against the wall. His anger seemed to boil, filling him from the tips of his toes, to the ends of his long, black hair. He looked up and down the hallway. He didn't know what he was looking for until he saw it. There it was on the wall. An elegant, yet deadly, blade from millenniums past. It was an heirloom, passed down through his family, from father to son. In a daze, Jikko grabbed it off of the wal and into his parent's room, where his father was still standing over his dead mother. Jikko looked from the sword, to his father, and back again. With an emotionless face, not unlike those from his dreams, he impaled his father on the full length of the blade, right through the back. His father gave a startled sound, but it was his last. His father fell to his kness, now only supported by Jikko's solid grip on the blade. Jikko raised his foot and used it to slowly push his father off of the blade. The body made a solid, yet somehow quiet, thump as it hit the ground. Jikko stepped over to the side of the body and, with a still, emotionless face, decapitated it. Without a look back, Jikko left, with only a blade that was now his and the family ship.
UNFINISHED
I still need to finish the bio and maybe work on the RP. Comments and criticism are both welcomed and encouraged.
Any jedi, particularly those with dead friends/family/masters/students in their bio, that wouldn't mind being worked into my Adept days, please PM me and we can pound out the how.
Race: Anzati(singular: Anzat)
Age: 150(From what I've read, they reach puberty at about 100, so he is basically a young adult)
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 173 lbs.
Appearance:
Just de-age the face a bit and it's him.
Birth place: Anzat
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Knight
Bio: Most people thought the Anzati were a myth. Jikko Naffek was no myth. Most people thought the Anzati were vampires. Jikko Naffek was no vampire. Jikko Naffek was just another Anzati.
When he was younger, his parents would let him feed on young children they had kidnapped. They didn't REALLY kidnap them. The children came willingly, as far as the naked eye could tell. His parents would go to a random town, on a random planet, and they would simply pick out which kids they liked and the kids would come. After a few kids came, they would move on. The kids would never be seen again. That was so long ago, Jikko Naffek could only remember the feedings.
At the age of 50, or so, Jikko Naffek's father started to teach him about their past. Their legacy. His father told him how he had been a key member of the last great war. Jikko Naffek's father's father had been a key member of the great war before that. On and on it went, to the very first war of the galaxy. Jikko Naffek learned of a great many things, but that was all he could really recall from that era of his life.
At the age of 80, or so, Jikko Naffek found something as equally satisfying as the soup, for nothing could be, or ever would be, greater than the soup. He found bloodlust. He also learned that the soup could be a very dangerous thing when it is over-eaten. His father never learned that. His father was consumed by the need for the soup. So consumed that he went into an feeding frenzy and drank Jikko Naffek's mother's soup. Jikko Naffek witnessed the last gulp of his mother's demise. Now, it is a law of the galaxy that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Perhaps the greatest example of that law happened next. Jikko Naffek killed his father. Not for the soup, but for the fulfilling taste of vengance. With his family gone, he felt a profound sense of freedom. So he left his home planet and went to explore the galaxy.
During his travels, he made a pact with himself. He would only feed when it was absolutely needed. In doing so, he hoped he could keep his appetite in check. He didn't want to be consumed by his need like his father had. When he stopped on the world of Korriban, he had a small scare. He was in a remote area when his hunger ambushed him. He hurried back to civilization, but not as fast as he would have hoped. He couldn't wait for some helpless victim. He had to feed on the first person he came upon. That person happened to be an Adept of the Dark Jedi. When he finished his feeding, he felt a power wash over him. Unsure of what exactly that was, Jikko Naffek checked the person to see if he could find out what was special about him. He came across a lightsaber. He recognised it for what it was and knew that the Dark Jedi weren't people to mess with. At the same time, he wished to feel that power again. So, when the Dark Jedi found him standing over a body of their fallen ally, Jikko Naffek was both a little fearful and a little happy. Both of those feelings compounded into surprise when the Jedi took him in for training.
[The training/Adept days will be filled in once I've found agreements for connected bios.]
Lightsaber: Dual(one normal and one short) The short one was taken from his first Jedi victim, the one at the end of the 5th bio paragraph.
Color: Normal; Orange. Short; Red.
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
--------------------------
1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
-------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
--------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Allignment
-------------------------
5 4 3 [2] 1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Sample RP:
Jikko Naffek raised the dazed victim to his face. His tenticle-like proboscises extended from his cheeks and forced their way up the victim's nostrils. Pure satisfaction rushed through his mind as he slurpped up the victim's soup. The same satisfaction was banished as the victim seemed to dissolve into nothingness. A little weirded out by that, Jikko waited for a second before going for the next victim. His eyes glazed over as he stared into the horrified victim's eyes. The victim's face suddenly became slack and emotionless as Jikko continued to stare. He reached out and brought this one's head to his face, just like the last one. This one too disappeared. Going into a frenzy, Jikko went through the next few people fast, all of them disappearing. He started to get really scared. Why was this happening, how will I eat, who is doing this? All those questions rushed through his mind as he heared a loud beeping sound.
Jikko shot up out of his bed, his eyes darting around his room. It took him a second, but he realised where he was and that he had been having a nightmare. He turned off his beeping alarm and breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived when he figured out why he had such a nightmare. "Man, I'm hungry. If only Dad didn't eat so much, we'd still have some cattle," Jikko said, with a little irritation. They had just refilled their stock a couple months ago. Of course, they didn't get as much as they wanted because his father had gotten greedy. He just had to go and try to lure away some extra kids. He got caught and they lost all of their cattle collected from that town. They had a system. A few kids from each town and then move on to the next town and do the same. As their family was an iffluential one, they were able to lay claim to quite a few towns on a couple planets, so they didn't have to make return trips too often. That was convinient, since towns got suspicious when too many kids went missing. They weren't due to refill their stock for a couple more weeks, but they had already run out.
A noise from the other room shook Jikko out of his thoughts. He hurried to get dressed and went to see what it was. He saw that his parent's door was cracked, so he peeked in. Afterwards, he wished he hadn't. He saw his father slurping up the last remains of his mother's brain. He stepped back from the doorway and leaned against the wall. His anger seemed to boil, filling him from the tips of his toes, to the ends of his long, black hair. He looked up and down the hallway. He didn't know what he was looking for until he saw it. There it was on the wall. An elegant, yet deadly, blade from millenniums past. It was an heirloom, passed down through his family, from father to son. In a daze, Jikko grabbed it off of the wal and into his parent's room, where his father was still standing over his dead mother. Jikko looked from the sword, to his father, and back again. With an emotionless face, not unlike those from his dreams, he impaled his father on the full length of the blade, right through the back. His father gave a startled sound, but it was his last. His father fell to his kness, now only supported by Jikko's solid grip on the blade. Jikko raised his foot and used it to slowly push his father off of the blade. The body made a solid, yet somehow quiet, thump as it hit the ground. Jikko stepped over to the side of the body and, with a still, emotionless face, decapitated it. Without a look back, Jikko left, with only a blade that was now his and the family ship.
UNFINISHED
I still need to finish the bio and maybe work on the RP. Comments and criticism are both welcomed and encouraged.
Any jedi, particularly those with dead friends/family/masters/students in their bio, that wouldn't mind being worked into my Adept days, please PM me and we can pound out the how.