Post by Croaky on Nov 24, 2008 12:49:33 GMT -5
Name: Mevan Maire (May-van My-er)
Race: Human
Age: 17
Height: 6’3
Weight: 167llb
Appearance: Mevan is tall and thin, with a pale complexion. His face has pointed features and high cheekbones that give him a rather feminine quality. He has long dark blonde hair which is never combed or brushed. He has grayish blue eyes and dark rings around his eyes that haven’t gone away since his hard nights when he was young. He wears traditional Jedi garb with a more striking white and dark brown colour scheme. and stands straight, pronouncing his height. He bights his fingernails when nervous and often has a content, smiling expression on his face, which often leads some people to misinterpreted him as jestful or unserious.
Birth place: Manaan, Ahto city
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio: Mevan was born on Manaan to an unremarkable civilian family, they were quite well of and although there were never many friends for him to play with, Mevan used to spend lots of time staring out into the vast ocean and observing some of the creatures outside the city. His mother was a housewife and his father worked the shipping in and out of the city. When Mevan was just five his father was arrested when found guilty of theft and forgery plus conspiracy to smuggle weapons out of the city for mercenaries, he died in prison two years later. Unfortunately Mevan became reclusive and misanthropic, generally distrusting all around him but his mother, who was unable to support herself and her son after her husband was imprisoned, since he was all that kept the family afloat. A year after his father’s imprisonment, Mevan and his mother fled the planet as refugees and tried to find a sort out a new life elsewhere.
They ended up on Nar shadaar, a well known cesspit of crime, which was a huge change from the clean and vibrant city on his home planet. Every day was still a fight for survival and his mother had run into debt with some gangster types and was forced into doing dirty odd-jobs for them, Before she died in the crossfire of two rival gangs. So at just six Mevan was already looking after himself, scavenging and keeping out of trouble, trying to make extra change by begging. While searching for scraps of food he befell upon a few unfriendly types who, upon realizing that the young by was there, planned to kidnap him and sell him into slavery.
He narrowly escaped them with the help of a kind robed stranger who, after the thugs had lost there trail. The kind man offered the boy some food and asked where his parents were. Upon realizing that he had none, and sensing great will of the force in him, the Jedi offered to take him to be tried in front of the council and trained as a Jedi. Mevan reluctantly agreed, as anywhere was better then here, and he had nowhere else to go.
To the boy this Jedi was like a god, and kept asking questions on where he had been and what the Jedi had done on the journey to the temple, but his excitement did not cover up the lingering feeling of loneliness that remains in the back of his mind. The Jedi took Mevan before the council to be trained as a Jedi. After barely passing the first test the Jedi masters allowed the boy to be trained in the Jed ways.
As a youngling Mevan did not get on well with the other children. After settling in to his new home he became quite and serious, often studying more on the Jedi and history of the force then playing with others. He was never in any real position to make friends either, as his quite manner often scared the other younglings, and he only found comfort in the wiser, older Jedi such as his teacher who understood what he had been through.
When Mevan had been chosen by his first master as a Padawan he spent lots of time with his master. His master was practically the only person he ever talked to. Or at least the only one he shared problems with. He was a quick learner but he was weak of will and not a generally happy person. The council feared for him, as negative emotions are indeed a path to the dark side.
Mevan’s master was a consular, so missions that he and Mevan undertook rarely ended in violence, and through his masters teachings Mevan has a strong sense of pacifism in him. One mission has stood out among others between Mevan and his master, one which took Mevan back to Manaan. Manaan was more fantastic then Mevan remembered. The mission involved an interrogation with a smuggler who seemed was too hard to crack without the help of Jedi mind tricks. Halfway through the interrogation Mevan’s master started to feel faint, as he did regularly at his age, so the Padawan was asked to step in. When the middle aged man in front of him demanded a name Mevan coolly answered. The smugglers lips curled in a smile and recounted how he had worked with a man who bore Mevan’s family name. Obviously Mevan suspected the criminal to be the one who had worked with his father, but the smuggler continued, recounting how he had ratted his father out to the authorities for money and proceeded to make derogatory comments about his father. As Mevan tried to control his anger, the smuggler continued to goad him. Mevan snapped and in tearful fury he began to beat the cuffed and defenseless criminal. After he was restrained and calmed his master came to see him. He was thoroughly disappointed in Mevan but understood his anger, and lectured him on how revenge isn’t what must drive a Jedi. Mevan has taken these pacifist teachings heavily. In the end the smuggler was sent to prison and their work was done, but Mevan still feels a certain hatred for the man who robbed his life away from him.
His wizened old master died in the night when he was 16 when Mevan was sleeping. He has since not found another master. One day not long after, while he was strolling around the temple he saved a youngling from falling to his death at the edge of one of the top floors. The Padawan who had been seen as cold and relatively unknown had gained attention which he found unnerving. The youngling had unfortunately suffered the same fate as Mevan had, both his parents were dead. The youngling, known as Derin, Had grown a fondness to Mevan who also took a liking to the young boy. He became like the family he had lost long ago but as Derin has his own master now and does no longer see Mevan much anymore, Mevan has become to accept the fleeting nature of people in his life.
Since then Mevan has remained misanthropic to those he does not know or like much and holds those close to him dearly, with fear of losing them, especially the likes of his master. He is kind but weak hearted and does not hate easily. Due to events in the past he is mentally susceptible to the dark side, most considerably his attachment to those around him and his fear of isolation and death.
Other then that he is quite a happy person, far from a party stopper he’s always up tomfoolery, even though those bad emotions are still there. He’s a good guy and means no harm, he’ll certainly annoy you and his frequent curiosity may get him into spots of trouble.
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase
Color: Light green (black sheen)
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi : N/A
Soresu :N/A
Ataru :N/A
Shien / Djem So: 3
>>Backhanded: 1
Niman: N/A
>>Jar'kai: N/A
Juyo :N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 4
Body: 2
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: N/A
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement:
+4
RP Sample:
Mevan stood on the balcony overlooking night darkened cityscape of Mos Espa, behind him the sounds of music and laughter echoed into the night. Keeping his ear on the conversation he heard the rodian Suvope behind him shout at his goon
'If he wants to see me he can come in here!'
Or something along those lines, his experience in the rodians language was limited.
The flustered twi'lek rushed to the balcony to meet Mevan, and repeated the Suvope’s message.
Mevan bowed his hooded head and thought for a while. He sniffed, taking in the smell of the desert air mixed with the smell of hot food from the party.
'You know you are a guest at his party, he will have your head.'
Mevan slowly raised his head and spoke softly to the messenger.
'It is a private matter, I would rather we discussed it here away from earshot. The twi'lek bowed and rushed of to speak to Suvope. Suvope shouted and Mevan turned around to see him get up. He and his thugs walked towards the balcony and the messenger stayed behind, looking onwards in fear. Suvope stepped forward and challenged Mevan.
‘What is wrong with you? You come to my party uninvited, you order my people around and you demand a private audience. Have you no manners?’
‘I thought you gave up on manners when you became a smuggler, Suvope.’ Mevan replied, his voice still soft.
Suvope got angrier. ‘Speak your business or I will have you dead!’
‘I wish to speak to you in private’ Said Mevan, repeating his first request of the evening.
‘You will speak now or you will be dead!’ Shouted Suvope, pointing his finger at Mevan. The two thugs behind him grunted, one a wookie, with mottled fur and savage expression and the other a tall, weather-beaten twi’lek.
Maven pulled down his hood, revealing his pale face.
‘Some very important things have been stolen and we believe you are holding them, I only ask to borrow the key-card to your ships hangar.’
Suvope faltered and stepped back.
‘You are mad, there is no stolen droids!’
Realizing he had given the game away he ordered his thugs to advance. Mevan stepped back to the edge of the balcony railings and the thugs raised there blasters and fired a few shots each.
Mevan withdrew his Lightsaber, its green blade shining in the dim light. Holding it in his practiced backhanded style he sliced through the air deflecting most of the blaster bolts towards the wall and one towards the wookie. The wookie collapsed and as the twi’lek thug turned in fright to his fallen comrade. By the time he turned his back to Mevan the Jedi was already making his move. He twirled the Lightsaber around in his hand until it was blade up and slice at the thug who collapsed with a thud.
The party had stopped now and many gawping patrons stared on as Suvope handed the key-card over. Mevan withdrew his Lightsaber blade and took the Key-card graciously.
‘The authorities will be here to arrest you shortly.’ Mevan said before striding out of the party, pausing only to give a tip to the messenger “for his troubles”.
Race: Human
Age: 17
Height: 6’3
Weight: 167llb
Appearance: Mevan is tall and thin, with a pale complexion. His face has pointed features and high cheekbones that give him a rather feminine quality. He has long dark blonde hair which is never combed or brushed. He has grayish blue eyes and dark rings around his eyes that haven’t gone away since his hard nights when he was young. He wears traditional Jedi garb with a more striking white and dark brown colour scheme. and stands straight, pronouncing his height. He bights his fingernails when nervous and often has a content, smiling expression on his face, which often leads some people to misinterpreted him as jestful or unserious.
Birth place: Manaan, Ahto city
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio: Mevan was born on Manaan to an unremarkable civilian family, they were quite well of and although there were never many friends for him to play with, Mevan used to spend lots of time staring out into the vast ocean and observing some of the creatures outside the city. His mother was a housewife and his father worked the shipping in and out of the city. When Mevan was just five his father was arrested when found guilty of theft and forgery plus conspiracy to smuggle weapons out of the city for mercenaries, he died in prison two years later. Unfortunately Mevan became reclusive and misanthropic, generally distrusting all around him but his mother, who was unable to support herself and her son after her husband was imprisoned, since he was all that kept the family afloat. A year after his father’s imprisonment, Mevan and his mother fled the planet as refugees and tried to find a sort out a new life elsewhere.
They ended up on Nar shadaar, a well known cesspit of crime, which was a huge change from the clean and vibrant city on his home planet. Every day was still a fight for survival and his mother had run into debt with some gangster types and was forced into doing dirty odd-jobs for them, Before she died in the crossfire of two rival gangs. So at just six Mevan was already looking after himself, scavenging and keeping out of trouble, trying to make extra change by begging. While searching for scraps of food he befell upon a few unfriendly types who, upon realizing that the young by was there, planned to kidnap him and sell him into slavery.
He narrowly escaped them with the help of a kind robed stranger who, after the thugs had lost there trail. The kind man offered the boy some food and asked where his parents were. Upon realizing that he had none, and sensing great will of the force in him, the Jedi offered to take him to be tried in front of the council and trained as a Jedi. Mevan reluctantly agreed, as anywhere was better then here, and he had nowhere else to go.
To the boy this Jedi was like a god, and kept asking questions on where he had been and what the Jedi had done on the journey to the temple, but his excitement did not cover up the lingering feeling of loneliness that remains in the back of his mind. The Jedi took Mevan before the council to be trained as a Jedi. After barely passing the first test the Jedi masters allowed the boy to be trained in the Jed ways.
As a youngling Mevan did not get on well with the other children. After settling in to his new home he became quite and serious, often studying more on the Jedi and history of the force then playing with others. He was never in any real position to make friends either, as his quite manner often scared the other younglings, and he only found comfort in the wiser, older Jedi such as his teacher who understood what he had been through.
When Mevan had been chosen by his first master as a Padawan he spent lots of time with his master. His master was practically the only person he ever talked to. Or at least the only one he shared problems with. He was a quick learner but he was weak of will and not a generally happy person. The council feared for him, as negative emotions are indeed a path to the dark side.
Mevan’s master was a consular, so missions that he and Mevan undertook rarely ended in violence, and through his masters teachings Mevan has a strong sense of pacifism in him. One mission has stood out among others between Mevan and his master, one which took Mevan back to Manaan. Manaan was more fantastic then Mevan remembered. The mission involved an interrogation with a smuggler who seemed was too hard to crack without the help of Jedi mind tricks. Halfway through the interrogation Mevan’s master started to feel faint, as he did regularly at his age, so the Padawan was asked to step in. When the middle aged man in front of him demanded a name Mevan coolly answered. The smugglers lips curled in a smile and recounted how he had worked with a man who bore Mevan’s family name. Obviously Mevan suspected the criminal to be the one who had worked with his father, but the smuggler continued, recounting how he had ratted his father out to the authorities for money and proceeded to make derogatory comments about his father. As Mevan tried to control his anger, the smuggler continued to goad him. Mevan snapped and in tearful fury he began to beat the cuffed and defenseless criminal. After he was restrained and calmed his master came to see him. He was thoroughly disappointed in Mevan but understood his anger, and lectured him on how revenge isn’t what must drive a Jedi. Mevan has taken these pacifist teachings heavily. In the end the smuggler was sent to prison and their work was done, but Mevan still feels a certain hatred for the man who robbed his life away from him.
His wizened old master died in the night when he was 16 when Mevan was sleeping. He has since not found another master. One day not long after, while he was strolling around the temple he saved a youngling from falling to his death at the edge of one of the top floors. The Padawan who had been seen as cold and relatively unknown had gained attention which he found unnerving. The youngling had unfortunately suffered the same fate as Mevan had, both his parents were dead. The youngling, known as Derin, Had grown a fondness to Mevan who also took a liking to the young boy. He became like the family he had lost long ago but as Derin has his own master now and does no longer see Mevan much anymore, Mevan has become to accept the fleeting nature of people in his life.
Since then Mevan has remained misanthropic to those he does not know or like much and holds those close to him dearly, with fear of losing them, especially the likes of his master. He is kind but weak hearted and does not hate easily. Due to events in the past he is mentally susceptible to the dark side, most considerably his attachment to those around him and his fear of isolation and death.
Other then that he is quite a happy person, far from a party stopper he’s always up tomfoolery, even though those bad emotions are still there. He’s a good guy and means no harm, he’ll certainly annoy you and his frequent curiosity may get him into spots of trouble.
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase
Color: Light green (black sheen)
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi : N/A
Soresu :N/A
Ataru :N/A
Shien / Djem So: 3
>>Backhanded: 1
Niman: N/A
>>Jar'kai: N/A
Juyo :N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 4
Body: 2
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: N/A
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement:
+4
RP Sample:
Mevan stood on the balcony overlooking night darkened cityscape of Mos Espa, behind him the sounds of music and laughter echoed into the night. Keeping his ear on the conversation he heard the rodian Suvope behind him shout at his goon
'If he wants to see me he can come in here!'
Or something along those lines, his experience in the rodians language was limited.
The flustered twi'lek rushed to the balcony to meet Mevan, and repeated the Suvope’s message.
Mevan bowed his hooded head and thought for a while. He sniffed, taking in the smell of the desert air mixed with the smell of hot food from the party.
'You know you are a guest at his party, he will have your head.'
Mevan slowly raised his head and spoke softly to the messenger.
'It is a private matter, I would rather we discussed it here away from earshot. The twi'lek bowed and rushed of to speak to Suvope. Suvope shouted and Mevan turned around to see him get up. He and his thugs walked towards the balcony and the messenger stayed behind, looking onwards in fear. Suvope stepped forward and challenged Mevan.
‘What is wrong with you? You come to my party uninvited, you order my people around and you demand a private audience. Have you no manners?’
‘I thought you gave up on manners when you became a smuggler, Suvope.’ Mevan replied, his voice still soft.
Suvope got angrier. ‘Speak your business or I will have you dead!’
‘I wish to speak to you in private’ Said Mevan, repeating his first request of the evening.
‘You will speak now or you will be dead!’ Shouted Suvope, pointing his finger at Mevan. The two thugs behind him grunted, one a wookie, with mottled fur and savage expression and the other a tall, weather-beaten twi’lek.
Maven pulled down his hood, revealing his pale face.
‘Some very important things have been stolen and we believe you are holding them, I only ask to borrow the key-card to your ships hangar.’
Suvope faltered and stepped back.
‘You are mad, there is no stolen droids!’
Realizing he had given the game away he ordered his thugs to advance. Mevan stepped back to the edge of the balcony railings and the thugs raised there blasters and fired a few shots each.
Mevan withdrew his Lightsaber, its green blade shining in the dim light. Holding it in his practiced backhanded style he sliced through the air deflecting most of the blaster bolts towards the wall and one towards the wookie. The wookie collapsed and as the twi’lek thug turned in fright to his fallen comrade. By the time he turned his back to Mevan the Jedi was already making his move. He twirled the Lightsaber around in his hand until it was blade up and slice at the thug who collapsed with a thud.
The party had stopped now and many gawping patrons stared on as Suvope handed the key-card over. Mevan withdrew his Lightsaber blade and took the Key-card graciously.
‘The authorities will be here to arrest you shortly.’ Mevan said before striding out of the party, pausing only to give a tip to the messenger “for his troubles”.
