Post by tzgdart on Sept 26, 2008 3:10:20 GMT -5
Name: Sebalo
Race: Dug
Age: 28
Height: 3'4''
Weight: 78lbs
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Like this mainly, some differences in clothing. Sebalo also has a more purple colored skin pigmentation.
Birth Place: Malastare
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Knight (Marauder)
Bio:
Birth / Young Child, Ages 0-5
Sebalo was born 28 standard years ago on the planet Malastare to his parents Sebaca and Keladi. Malastare was the Dug race's native home world but the Dugs themselves had been reduced to little more than a slave population by the Gran who had taken the world over with support of the Republic many years ago. Young Sebalo had no idea that he had been born a slave to slave parents. He grew up in a squalid tree top home, though to his child mind, it was the only thing he knew and he was content. His mother Keladi was the one who raised him primarily, females given extra free time to rear their young. His father Sebaca was worked much harder and, as a consequence, rarely saw his son. On the eve of Sebalo's sixth birthday his father failed to return home, killed in an effort to slay one of his Gran overseers who had been antagonizing him. Keladi did nothing to hide her son from the truth, she told him that the Gran had killed his father. That his father was a hero. He took this knowledge with him as he took his father's place on the slave gang the next morning as they headed to the methane farms.
Child Laborer, Ages 6-12
Sebalo was considered an adult laborer by his Gran oppressors by the age of six and they worked the small sentient like one. He began work immediately at the methane farms, the overseers of his crew seeing it as extremely convenient and entertaining that the son of the recently killed upstart Sebaca became of age to work just as his father died. Sebalo would try often to undermine the efforts of the slavers, his young mind finally realizing the frustration and rage he felt to wards his slavery and the murder of his father. He was often beaten for his defiance, but more often he was beaten just for sport, a way for the Gran to make an example of his bloodline. Keladi would worry over her son, seeing the cuts and bruises he would come home with, on more sever occasions the vibro-whip slashes and broken bones. She cried over his wounds more often than he did however. As a young Dug he became exceedingly tough and grew up fast under the torture of his captors, teaching himself to dissociate himself from the pain. He let his rage fester.
Teenage Terrorist, Ages 12-15
As Sebalo matured his hate grew to not only include the Gran species but the entire government of the Republic, those that let the Gran have his home and enslave his people in the first place. Around this time he also began to fully realize that he could do things that others could not. He could tell when a taskmaster was about to give a beating and sometimes he could influence the usually belligerent Gran not to. He found that if he focused really hard on something he could make it shake, sometimes move. Sebalo regarded these things as a sign that he was blessed and that he should take up his fathers fight to a new level. Since all slaves that worked on the methane farms were taught the basics of construction and repair it was not too big of a stretch for him to build a small bomb. No, he had the design for the simple device already worked out. the trouble would be for Sebalo to acquire the parts to create it. Little by little, over a span of two years Sebalo slowly scrounged the parts for his bomb, constructing it slowly and in secret. He dislocated his own shoulder to play sick so that he wouldn't have to go to work, the bomb was done and he'd need time to set it. Sebalo had been beaten his whole life, he could deal with the pain, and the Gran fell for it. When the slavers left his tree top home he very painfully popped the shoulder back into it's socket, weakly force healing himself to dull the pain without even realizing it.
He jumped into the trees with his bomb, his dexterous limbs allowing him to scramble through the branches with ease. Today was a special day, a Republic cruiser bearing a Gran senatorial diplomat was docked by his methane plant to inspect the work being done there. The small bomb would react violently with the methane, taking out both the farm and the docked cruiser. Sebalo perched himself above a walkway near the entrance to the farm, waiting for a guard to pass. When one did, a Gran, he took glee in jumping from the trees and pummeling the unsuspecting guard to death with a tree limb, caving in the Gran's skull. He took the Gran's stun rifle and entered the compound. He only encountered one other guard on the lower level, the slavers confidant in their security, enough to leave it lax. He stunned the Gran and then bludgeoned the alien to death with his stolen rifle. Sebalo planted his small incendiary bomb near the core of the farm and then retreated back into the trees, running breakneck through the foliage until he arrived back home. The bomb was small, but the reaction was catastrophic. It ripped apart the surrounding land, the methane bursting into flame, swallowing the diplomat's cruiser, slavers, and slaves alike. He felt little sympathy for the slaves, they were weak. He was strong. He rushed inside to tell his mother of his victory but only found a note. She had left to take his place for the day at the methane farm while he recovered. In revenge for his father he had killed his mother. He sat in the now empty hovel and wept.
Leaving Malastare Behind, Ages 15-21
Little did Sebalo know as he wept and beat the floor in sadness, impotence, and rage that one of the members of the Republic cruiser's crew was a Jedi assigned with protecting the ambassador. He also didn't know about the Dark Jedi Assassin that had come for that Jedi, the Dark Jedi that had tracked the destruction to him and entered his house even as Sebalo wept. Sebalo turned and saw what he recognized as a human enter his home. Humans were part of the Republic, the Republic caused his pain. Sebalo rushed the man only to be knocked against a wall by a powerful force push. The Dark Jedi known as Trevor Rorick smiled at the scraggly young alien, fully prepared to kill the young terrorist who had robbed his kill, he activated his lightsaber and approached. Sebalo looked up at the man and his strange weapon and knew he was about to die, he tried to use his blessing and knock the strange blade from his enemy's hand but only succeeded in making it wobble. This gave Trevor pause though, this angry, hateful, destructive young boy was a force sensitive, he was certain.
He deactivated his lightsaber, apologizing for the confusion as he would never try to kill such a brave boy. He remarked that the boy had an amazing accomplishment in his terroristic act and consoled him about his mother, that her sacrifice was worthy. He also told him about the Jedi he had killed, an evil warrior of the Republic who had come to visit his Gran allies with the Republic diplomat. He praised the boy's skill, daring, and righteous anger and offered to take him away from this world so that he could train Sebalo how to kill so that he could do away with all those who had hurt him. He would also teach Sebalo of the force and explain it's concepts to him, so that he could be powerful enough to move ships and not just jiggle a sword hilt. Sebalo accepted the opportunity to learn how he could better kill those who had robbed him of his family and left with Trevor Rorick as his new apprentice. Trevor trained the hateful boy in swordsmanship and force control over a period of years from their departure from Malastare. Always he nudged the boys hatred and rage, nurturing it, letting it grow, sharpening it, turning it into a weapon. He allowed the boy to practice on live targets, the boy savoring the kills of Republic affiliates the most. Trevor noted he was promising with a lightsaber and commissioned the boy to make his own and he did, a curve-hilted Shoto blade, blood red in color.
Learning To Kill, Ages 21-28
As Sebalo reached proper manhood Trevor Rorick began to take him on actual missions as an equal, promoting him to a Dark Jedi Knight, together they hunted down Jedi and other enemies of the Sith. He found his apprentice's skill and ferocity with a blade exceptional, even more vicious than his own handling. This caused him a bit of worry, he didn't want Sebalo growing overconfident but did nothing about it. After all, he had the better mastery of the force. Trevor decided to teach the Sebalo more about saber technique more than force control, focusing on the boy's own strength's and keeping his edge over him in force manipulation. Through the reading of his master's journals, mission logs, and holocrons to better his understanding of saber control and his new path as a Marauder he discovered that his master had been taught, in turn, by a now dead Gran Sith Lord. This enraged him as he felt he had been deceived, but he kept the knowledge to himself, waiting for an opportune time. He decided to strike during a sparring session. As Sebalo and his master sparred Sebalo took the upper hand, as he usually did. His multi-dexterous limbs allowing him a speed and fluid ferocity that often overwhelmed and confused his opponents. He stood down when he had his master bested, and as Trevor sunk against the ground to rest from the rigorous session Sebalo quickly and neatly decapitated him without a second thought. His training from this master was complete.
Marauder, Ages 28-Present
Upon the death of his former master Sebalo set out to find the Sith, his fellow Dark Jedi. Trevor would often speak of the Sith's war against the republic ow they slew thousands upon thousands of the enemy Republic. With the images of his mother and father flashing through his mind as well as his own horrific childhood he set out. He would be feared now, and he would make them pay.
Lightsaber: A single blade Shoto lightsaber. The hilt is beautifully crafted from hardened gnarled wood from his home planet set with obsidian inlays.
Color: The blade is a deep, blood red.
Other Weapons: He also carries two concealed, palm-sized hold-out blasters held within the confines of his fitted robes. Each one is good for about two shots before running out of charge.
Practiced Lightsaber Forms:
Shii-Cho: ++++- (4)
Makashi: +++-- (3)
Soresu: ++--- (2)
Ataru: ++++- (4)
Shien / Djem So: ++--- (2)
>>Sub-form Backhanded: (N/A)
Niman: +---- (1)
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild: (N/A)
Juyo / Vaapad: +++-- (3)
Double Bladed Combat: (N/A)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: +++------- (3)
Telepathic: ++-------- (2)
Body: ++++++---- (6)
Sense: ++++++---- (6)
Protection: ++++++---- (6)
Healing: ++-------- (2)
Destruction: +++++----- (5)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: ++++++---- (6)
Intelligence: ++++------ (4)
Speed: +++++++---(7)
Leadership: ++--------(2)
Unarmed: +++++----- (5)
Melee Weapons: +++++++--- (7)
Ranged Weapons: +++------- (3)
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample:
Today was a very special day, for Sebalo found himself on a cargo ship bound for Malastare. It would be the first time returning home for the Dug in more than ten years. As he looks out the side window of the hauler and gazes upon the lush planet's surface he runs a toe absently down the hilt of his lightsaber. He'd been looking forward to this, he'd been looking for an excuse. Now that fate had brought Sebalo back to his home world of slavery and oppression he'd give them a taste of true fear.
It took only a little searching through the local data net after he had landed to discover if any of his old task master's yet lived. With an odd mix of glee and hatred Sebola discovered that one Gran taskmaster from his slave gang had survived. the one he had most wanted to kill in his youth, the one who slew his father. He memorizes the address of where the now retired old Gran now lives and storms off to finish the job.
Subtlety never was Sebalo's game and he wouldn't use it now. this was about revenge and fear. He wanted this man to know he was going to die, so that Sebalo could savor it. A quick force push sent the door buckling at the former slave master's house. The Gran in question had been sitting in his living room, enjoying lunch, when he saw his assailant storm in hefting a red lightsaber. Sebalo smiled, he would take extra time with this one. The Gran's screams and bleats for mercy were unintelligible yet like music as Sebalo ritualistically severed limbs from his victim's body, finally flaying him up the belly. Sebalo looked over the massacre with grim satisfaction before he left.
As he boarded an outbound flight he looked over his home one last time, knowing it would be a long time before he came back, if at all. Sebalo vowed to himself that the next time he comes back he'll drive all the slaver's off his home world and then hunt them for sport. But first, he must become more powerful. The docking ramp goes up, concealing him, just as the alarms start to go off in the city he leaves behind.
Race: Dug
Age: 28
Height: 3'4''
Weight: 78lbs
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Like this mainly, some differences in clothing. Sebalo also has a more purple colored skin pigmentation.
Birth Place: Malastare
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Knight (Marauder)
Bio:
Birth / Young Child, Ages 0-5
Sebalo was born 28 standard years ago on the planet Malastare to his parents Sebaca and Keladi. Malastare was the Dug race's native home world but the Dugs themselves had been reduced to little more than a slave population by the Gran who had taken the world over with support of the Republic many years ago. Young Sebalo had no idea that he had been born a slave to slave parents. He grew up in a squalid tree top home, though to his child mind, it was the only thing he knew and he was content. His mother Keladi was the one who raised him primarily, females given extra free time to rear their young. His father Sebaca was worked much harder and, as a consequence, rarely saw his son. On the eve of Sebalo's sixth birthday his father failed to return home, killed in an effort to slay one of his Gran overseers who had been antagonizing him. Keladi did nothing to hide her son from the truth, she told him that the Gran had killed his father. That his father was a hero. He took this knowledge with him as he took his father's place on the slave gang the next morning as they headed to the methane farms.
Child Laborer, Ages 6-12
Sebalo was considered an adult laborer by his Gran oppressors by the age of six and they worked the small sentient like one. He began work immediately at the methane farms, the overseers of his crew seeing it as extremely convenient and entertaining that the son of the recently killed upstart Sebaca became of age to work just as his father died. Sebalo would try often to undermine the efforts of the slavers, his young mind finally realizing the frustration and rage he felt to wards his slavery and the murder of his father. He was often beaten for his defiance, but more often he was beaten just for sport, a way for the Gran to make an example of his bloodline. Keladi would worry over her son, seeing the cuts and bruises he would come home with, on more sever occasions the vibro-whip slashes and broken bones. She cried over his wounds more often than he did however. As a young Dug he became exceedingly tough and grew up fast under the torture of his captors, teaching himself to dissociate himself from the pain. He let his rage fester.
Teenage Terrorist, Ages 12-15
As Sebalo matured his hate grew to not only include the Gran species but the entire government of the Republic, those that let the Gran have his home and enslave his people in the first place. Around this time he also began to fully realize that he could do things that others could not. He could tell when a taskmaster was about to give a beating and sometimes he could influence the usually belligerent Gran not to. He found that if he focused really hard on something he could make it shake, sometimes move. Sebalo regarded these things as a sign that he was blessed and that he should take up his fathers fight to a new level. Since all slaves that worked on the methane farms were taught the basics of construction and repair it was not too big of a stretch for him to build a small bomb. No, he had the design for the simple device already worked out. the trouble would be for Sebalo to acquire the parts to create it. Little by little, over a span of two years Sebalo slowly scrounged the parts for his bomb, constructing it slowly and in secret. He dislocated his own shoulder to play sick so that he wouldn't have to go to work, the bomb was done and he'd need time to set it. Sebalo had been beaten his whole life, he could deal with the pain, and the Gran fell for it. When the slavers left his tree top home he very painfully popped the shoulder back into it's socket, weakly force healing himself to dull the pain without even realizing it.
He jumped into the trees with his bomb, his dexterous limbs allowing him to scramble through the branches with ease. Today was a special day, a Republic cruiser bearing a Gran senatorial diplomat was docked by his methane plant to inspect the work being done there. The small bomb would react violently with the methane, taking out both the farm and the docked cruiser. Sebalo perched himself above a walkway near the entrance to the farm, waiting for a guard to pass. When one did, a Gran, he took glee in jumping from the trees and pummeling the unsuspecting guard to death with a tree limb, caving in the Gran's skull. He took the Gran's stun rifle and entered the compound. He only encountered one other guard on the lower level, the slavers confidant in their security, enough to leave it lax. He stunned the Gran and then bludgeoned the alien to death with his stolen rifle. Sebalo planted his small incendiary bomb near the core of the farm and then retreated back into the trees, running breakneck through the foliage until he arrived back home. The bomb was small, but the reaction was catastrophic. It ripped apart the surrounding land, the methane bursting into flame, swallowing the diplomat's cruiser, slavers, and slaves alike. He felt little sympathy for the slaves, they were weak. He was strong. He rushed inside to tell his mother of his victory but only found a note. She had left to take his place for the day at the methane farm while he recovered. In revenge for his father he had killed his mother. He sat in the now empty hovel and wept.
Leaving Malastare Behind, Ages 15-21
Little did Sebalo know as he wept and beat the floor in sadness, impotence, and rage that one of the members of the Republic cruiser's crew was a Jedi assigned with protecting the ambassador. He also didn't know about the Dark Jedi Assassin that had come for that Jedi, the Dark Jedi that had tracked the destruction to him and entered his house even as Sebalo wept. Sebalo turned and saw what he recognized as a human enter his home. Humans were part of the Republic, the Republic caused his pain. Sebalo rushed the man only to be knocked against a wall by a powerful force push. The Dark Jedi known as Trevor Rorick smiled at the scraggly young alien, fully prepared to kill the young terrorist who had robbed his kill, he activated his lightsaber and approached. Sebalo looked up at the man and his strange weapon and knew he was about to die, he tried to use his blessing and knock the strange blade from his enemy's hand but only succeeded in making it wobble. This gave Trevor pause though, this angry, hateful, destructive young boy was a force sensitive, he was certain.
He deactivated his lightsaber, apologizing for the confusion as he would never try to kill such a brave boy. He remarked that the boy had an amazing accomplishment in his terroristic act and consoled him about his mother, that her sacrifice was worthy. He also told him about the Jedi he had killed, an evil warrior of the Republic who had come to visit his Gran allies with the Republic diplomat. He praised the boy's skill, daring, and righteous anger and offered to take him away from this world so that he could train Sebalo how to kill so that he could do away with all those who had hurt him. He would also teach Sebalo of the force and explain it's concepts to him, so that he could be powerful enough to move ships and not just jiggle a sword hilt. Sebalo accepted the opportunity to learn how he could better kill those who had robbed him of his family and left with Trevor Rorick as his new apprentice. Trevor trained the hateful boy in swordsmanship and force control over a period of years from their departure from Malastare. Always he nudged the boys hatred and rage, nurturing it, letting it grow, sharpening it, turning it into a weapon. He allowed the boy to practice on live targets, the boy savoring the kills of Republic affiliates the most. Trevor noted he was promising with a lightsaber and commissioned the boy to make his own and he did, a curve-hilted Shoto blade, blood red in color.
Learning To Kill, Ages 21-28
As Sebalo reached proper manhood Trevor Rorick began to take him on actual missions as an equal, promoting him to a Dark Jedi Knight, together they hunted down Jedi and other enemies of the Sith. He found his apprentice's skill and ferocity with a blade exceptional, even more vicious than his own handling. This caused him a bit of worry, he didn't want Sebalo growing overconfident but did nothing about it. After all, he had the better mastery of the force. Trevor decided to teach the Sebalo more about saber technique more than force control, focusing on the boy's own strength's and keeping his edge over him in force manipulation. Through the reading of his master's journals, mission logs, and holocrons to better his understanding of saber control and his new path as a Marauder he discovered that his master had been taught, in turn, by a now dead Gran Sith Lord. This enraged him as he felt he had been deceived, but he kept the knowledge to himself, waiting for an opportune time. He decided to strike during a sparring session. As Sebalo and his master sparred Sebalo took the upper hand, as he usually did. His multi-dexterous limbs allowing him a speed and fluid ferocity that often overwhelmed and confused his opponents. He stood down when he had his master bested, and as Trevor sunk against the ground to rest from the rigorous session Sebalo quickly and neatly decapitated him without a second thought. His training from this master was complete.
Marauder, Ages 28-Present
Upon the death of his former master Sebalo set out to find the Sith, his fellow Dark Jedi. Trevor would often speak of the Sith's war against the republic ow they slew thousands upon thousands of the enemy Republic. With the images of his mother and father flashing through his mind as well as his own horrific childhood he set out. He would be feared now, and he would make them pay.
Lightsaber: A single blade Shoto lightsaber. The hilt is beautifully crafted from hardened gnarled wood from his home planet set with obsidian inlays.
Color: The blade is a deep, blood red.
Other Weapons: He also carries two concealed, palm-sized hold-out blasters held within the confines of his fitted robes. Each one is good for about two shots before running out of charge.
Practiced Lightsaber Forms:
Shii-Cho: ++++- (4)
Makashi: +++-- (3)
Soresu: ++--- (2)
Ataru: ++++- (4)
Shien / Djem So: ++--- (2)
>>Sub-form Backhanded: (N/A)
Niman: +---- (1)
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild: (N/A)
Juyo / Vaapad: +++-- (3)
Double Bladed Combat: (N/A)
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: +++------- (3)
Telepathic: ++-------- (2)
Body: ++++++---- (6)
Sense: ++++++---- (6)
Protection: ++++++---- (6)
Healing: ++-------- (2)
Destruction: +++++----- (5)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: ++++++---- (6)
Intelligence: ++++------ (4)
Speed: +++++++---(7)
Leadership: ++--------(2)
Unarmed: +++++----- (5)
Melee Weapons: +++++++--- (7)
Ranged Weapons: +++------- (3)
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample:
Today was a very special day, for Sebalo found himself on a cargo ship bound for Malastare. It would be the first time returning home for the Dug in more than ten years. As he looks out the side window of the hauler and gazes upon the lush planet's surface he runs a toe absently down the hilt of his lightsaber. He'd been looking forward to this, he'd been looking for an excuse. Now that fate had brought Sebalo back to his home world of slavery and oppression he'd give them a taste of true fear.
It took only a little searching through the local data net after he had landed to discover if any of his old task master's yet lived. With an odd mix of glee and hatred Sebola discovered that one Gran taskmaster from his slave gang had survived. the one he had most wanted to kill in his youth, the one who slew his father. He memorizes the address of where the now retired old Gran now lives and storms off to finish the job.
Subtlety never was Sebalo's game and he wouldn't use it now. this was about revenge and fear. He wanted this man to know he was going to die, so that Sebalo could savor it. A quick force push sent the door buckling at the former slave master's house. The Gran in question had been sitting in his living room, enjoying lunch, when he saw his assailant storm in hefting a red lightsaber. Sebalo smiled, he would take extra time with this one. The Gran's screams and bleats for mercy were unintelligible yet like music as Sebalo ritualistically severed limbs from his victim's body, finally flaying him up the belly. Sebalo looked over the massacre with grim satisfaction before he left.
As he boarded an outbound flight he looked over his home one last time, knowing it would be a long time before he came back, if at all. Sebalo vowed to himself that the next time he comes back he'll drive all the slaver's off his home world and then hunt them for sport. But first, he must become more powerful. The docking ramp goes up, concealing him, just as the alarms start to go off in the city he leaves behind.
