Post by Tanis on Dec 28, 2008 21:54:42 GMT -5
Name: Marik Karr
Race: Miraluka
Age: 29
Height: Five feet, eight inches
Weight: One hundred and eighty pounds
Appearance:
Marik has no eyes, being a Miraluka, and so covers their vestigial sockets with a band of dark brown leather. He is nearly always swaddled in the brown robes of the Jedi, and is characterized by his pale skin and dark, black hair, which he keeps long and in a single poneyail.
Birth place: Alpheridies
Faction: Gray Jedi
Rank: Knight
Bio:
Marik is the only son of his family, who’s birth lead to the complications and ultimate death of his mother, Saran. MariK’s father, Alucius, never got over the death of his beloved wife and often blamed Marik for her death. The normally peaceable and kind worker turned quickly to an alcoholic. By the time he was six, Marik had scars covering his body from the intense beatings Alucius inflicted on him nearly every night during the drinking binges he would go on.
Marik soon turned to thievery to find food and water as his father would often starve the youth to the point of near death, taking great pleasure in the suffering of Marik. When he was eight, Marik had had enough of his father, and so left his house one night taking with him a sack of clothes, and all the money that his father hadn’t spent on booze that week.
The Miraluka made his way to the spaceport and paid his passage off world on the first merchant freighter heading off of Alpheridies. The journey to Nar Shadaa, for that was the destination of the craft, took a few weeks and during that time the youth displayed his natural intelligence and wit: He managed to beat every single crewmember at Dejarikk a multitude of times in a variety of ways. Therefore, none were too angered when he got off on the Nar Shadaa docks with barely a hundred credits.
It was some time before the next memorable event in his life took place, but during his time on Nar Shadaa, the youth made his pennies cleaning a local cantina and playing the local drinkers when they got all boozed up. He worked there for many weeks, often sleeping in an old corner that the owner, Torr, kept open for him. When he was nine, the strongest guiding light in Marik’s life, Master Zars, walked into the bar for a drink and a smoke. Master Zars was a Jedi, and it didn’t take but a moment to notice the inherent Force-sensitivity of the Miraluka boy named Marik, not to mention the fact that he certainly needed a better life than what he had. The rareness of Miraluka so far from their homeland, and their natural abilities for the Force were not an opportunity that could be passed up.
Zars took Marik to the Jedi Council on Coruscant and initially he was turned down for becoming a Padawan. He was emotional, they saw, he was brash, and he was passionate. But Master Zars would not have it not to mention his issues that he held with the Council's previous decisions. He often thought they were too conservative about many thinks, including the age limit that a Padawan could be accepted at. He had faith that Marik would prove his worth to the Council, and he took him as his own, against the advisement of the Council. Master Zars would later be expelled from the Order because of that decision, the final event in a long career of disagreements between them. It was a blow to his life, for sure, but Zars was confident that the loss of his position and rank was a fair price to pay for a chance to train Marik.
Marik learned much, as all Padawans did, from his Master, and formed quite a bond with him. Zars was the father that Marik should have had, and Marik was the son that Zars didn’t have the opportunity to have. He showed great aptitude for swordsmanship, favoring the somewhat archaic Makashi when he first learned it over most others, despite the advantages other forms might offer. His training period also focused much on his inherent Force sensitivity, on which much time was spent in learning how to control his impressive telekinetic ability.
His natural affinity for certain Force abilities was certainly thanks to being a Miraluka, as was the reason for Zars beginning to train Marik, because he had to develop the ability to feel out things through the Force because of his lack of eyes. This Force vision helped him lean towards aspect of the Force that permitted the sensing of objects and people over distance: Jedi Masters, Sith Lords, and Hississ, as well being 'blind' to wounds and voids in the Force, though with much practice he could feel their absence around him.
By this time, he was eighteen years old and nearing the time he would become a Knight. Now a man, with strong impressions and opinions, Marik began to take issue with some of the philosophies of the Jedi Code. His emotions, particularly his sympathy and empathy for children who were from torn homes, much like his was, gave him strength and perseverance. Why set them aside? The first line of the Code confused him, but Zars reassured Marik that he must trust what the Code told him. Even still, Marik believed that, while some tenets of the Code made much sense and were to be upheld, other parts were wrong. He kept this opinion to himself, though, as he did not feel he had right to tell the Order that they were wrong.
His last years of training focused entirely on completing his mastery of the Force abilities he had been slowly building up since he was first taken. Gone were the hours of saber practice and physical training, to be replaced by many hours of deep meditation spent with Master Zars in his private home on Bothawui. His abilities with healing and metabolism were somewhat weaker than his telepathic, telekinetic, and perceptions powers, but all of them were practiced over his last four years of training, and when he was twenty two, his Padawan braid was cut.
The two, Zars and Marik, struck out across the galaxy to bring peace to what little corners they could. The two stayed mostly in the Mid-Rim, working independently on the planets of Naboo, Anzat, and Ando until they traveled to Kashyyyk to settle a dispute raised between a small tribe of Wookies, and the opposing crew of Trandoshan Slavers who sought their hides for trophies. When the meeting turned violent, Master Zars was killed in the fighting, leaving Marik (Being a Gray) to do what he could by himself.
In the years since that time, Marik spent quite a bit of time in his passed mentor's house on Bothawui, meditating and attempting to come to peace with his isolation from the Order. Between his meditation he worked with the local police on that planet in several incidents, but mostly kept to himself, looking for the answers that Zars never had the opportunity to answer. Could he go back to the Jedi Order, or should he stay a Gray? Should he submit to the every tenet of the Code? When he did not find these answers in meditation, he sold his mentor's house and set out to find them for himself in other places and other people.
Marik is a quiet person, but enjoys the company of people now that he has left to seek his answers. He doesn't drink alcohol or smoke any substance, and has a particular desire to help children who have had bad experiences in the home life.
Lightsaber:Standard-hilt dual-phase (Current)
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 4
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So 3
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 6
Body: 4
Sense: 6
Protection: 5
Healing: 3
Destruction: N/A
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force Attunement: 0
RP Sample:
The howling of the Wookie leader across the table at the Trandoshan slave master was so loud that it was beginning to hurt Marik’s ears. He sat at the left of his master, Zars, who was busy trying to calm the two down enough that regular tones could be used. His intense hearing was often a boon to him, but in times like this, it hurt Marik more than it helped. He finally stood up, helping Zars calm them down, when the first salvo of laser blasts penetrated the wooden wall of the abode on the surface of Kashyyyk.
The Wookie leader went down first, his body perforated with blasts, and the Trandoshans all turned, drawing hold-outs and knives as Zars and Marik leapt into action, lightsabers igniting. The first Trandoshan raised his blaster at Zars, who deftly deflected the blast away and into the gullet of a Trando who was hacking into a Wookie with a vibroweapon.
“It seems like we won’t be finding a peaceful solution this time, Master!” Marik called as he carved an axe-wielding Trando through his chest, silencing his cries.
“I do so HATE IT when it cones to this Mari-“ Zars was speaking when his voice was cut off.
Marik turned around have defeated the last of the Trando ‘negotiators’ to find Zars struggling just to stay standing with a pair of throwing knives buried hilt deep into his back. His lightsaber fell from his hand to the ground and he collapsed to his feet. The Trando killer turned and ran, having succeeded in the killing of the Wookie master and completed his mission.
Marik deactivated his lightsaber and ran to the body of Zars, leaving the Trando assassins to make their escape. The damage had been done, to the Wookies of Kashyyyk and to the Order. Marik cradled the head of Zars in his hand, the old Human’s weezing like the sounds of turbolasers to the hearing of the Miraluka. His breathing grew labored, and Zars tried to say something, but he passed away in a moment, and Marik lowered his head. If he had the anatomical ability to cry, he might have, but instead he girded himself for the mission ahead.
And he carried the body of his master back to their ship.
Race: Miraluka
Age: 29
Height: Five feet, eight inches
Weight: One hundred and eighty pounds
Appearance:
Marik has no eyes, being a Miraluka, and so covers their vestigial sockets with a band of dark brown leather. He is nearly always swaddled in the brown robes of the Jedi, and is characterized by his pale skin and dark, black hair, which he keeps long and in a single poneyail.
Birth place: Alpheridies
Faction: Gray Jedi
Rank: Knight
Bio:
Marik is the only son of his family, who’s birth lead to the complications and ultimate death of his mother, Saran. MariK’s father, Alucius, never got over the death of his beloved wife and often blamed Marik for her death. The normally peaceable and kind worker turned quickly to an alcoholic. By the time he was six, Marik had scars covering his body from the intense beatings Alucius inflicted on him nearly every night during the drinking binges he would go on.
Marik soon turned to thievery to find food and water as his father would often starve the youth to the point of near death, taking great pleasure in the suffering of Marik. When he was eight, Marik had had enough of his father, and so left his house one night taking with him a sack of clothes, and all the money that his father hadn’t spent on booze that week.
The Miraluka made his way to the spaceport and paid his passage off world on the first merchant freighter heading off of Alpheridies. The journey to Nar Shadaa, for that was the destination of the craft, took a few weeks and during that time the youth displayed his natural intelligence and wit: He managed to beat every single crewmember at Dejarikk a multitude of times in a variety of ways. Therefore, none were too angered when he got off on the Nar Shadaa docks with barely a hundred credits.
It was some time before the next memorable event in his life took place, but during his time on Nar Shadaa, the youth made his pennies cleaning a local cantina and playing the local drinkers when they got all boozed up. He worked there for many weeks, often sleeping in an old corner that the owner, Torr, kept open for him. When he was nine, the strongest guiding light in Marik’s life, Master Zars, walked into the bar for a drink and a smoke. Master Zars was a Jedi, and it didn’t take but a moment to notice the inherent Force-sensitivity of the Miraluka boy named Marik, not to mention the fact that he certainly needed a better life than what he had. The rareness of Miraluka so far from their homeland, and their natural abilities for the Force were not an opportunity that could be passed up.
Zars took Marik to the Jedi Council on Coruscant and initially he was turned down for becoming a Padawan. He was emotional, they saw, he was brash, and he was passionate. But Master Zars would not have it not to mention his issues that he held with the Council's previous decisions. He often thought they were too conservative about many thinks, including the age limit that a Padawan could be accepted at. He had faith that Marik would prove his worth to the Council, and he took him as his own, against the advisement of the Council. Master Zars would later be expelled from the Order because of that decision, the final event in a long career of disagreements between them. It was a blow to his life, for sure, but Zars was confident that the loss of his position and rank was a fair price to pay for a chance to train Marik.
Marik learned much, as all Padawans did, from his Master, and formed quite a bond with him. Zars was the father that Marik should have had, and Marik was the son that Zars didn’t have the opportunity to have. He showed great aptitude for swordsmanship, favoring the somewhat archaic Makashi when he first learned it over most others, despite the advantages other forms might offer. His training period also focused much on his inherent Force sensitivity, on which much time was spent in learning how to control his impressive telekinetic ability.
His natural affinity for certain Force abilities was certainly thanks to being a Miraluka, as was the reason for Zars beginning to train Marik, because he had to develop the ability to feel out things through the Force because of his lack of eyes. This Force vision helped him lean towards aspect of the Force that permitted the sensing of objects and people over distance: Jedi Masters, Sith Lords, and Hississ, as well being 'blind' to wounds and voids in the Force, though with much practice he could feel their absence around him.
By this time, he was eighteen years old and nearing the time he would become a Knight. Now a man, with strong impressions and opinions, Marik began to take issue with some of the philosophies of the Jedi Code. His emotions, particularly his sympathy and empathy for children who were from torn homes, much like his was, gave him strength and perseverance. Why set them aside? The first line of the Code confused him, but Zars reassured Marik that he must trust what the Code told him. Even still, Marik believed that, while some tenets of the Code made much sense and were to be upheld, other parts were wrong. He kept this opinion to himself, though, as he did not feel he had right to tell the Order that they were wrong.
His last years of training focused entirely on completing his mastery of the Force abilities he had been slowly building up since he was first taken. Gone were the hours of saber practice and physical training, to be replaced by many hours of deep meditation spent with Master Zars in his private home on Bothawui. His abilities with healing and metabolism were somewhat weaker than his telepathic, telekinetic, and perceptions powers, but all of them were practiced over his last four years of training, and when he was twenty two, his Padawan braid was cut.
The two, Zars and Marik, struck out across the galaxy to bring peace to what little corners they could. The two stayed mostly in the Mid-Rim, working independently on the planets of Naboo, Anzat, and Ando until they traveled to Kashyyyk to settle a dispute raised between a small tribe of Wookies, and the opposing crew of Trandoshan Slavers who sought their hides for trophies. When the meeting turned violent, Master Zars was killed in the fighting, leaving Marik (Being a Gray) to do what he could by himself.
In the years since that time, Marik spent quite a bit of time in his passed mentor's house on Bothawui, meditating and attempting to come to peace with his isolation from the Order. Between his meditation he worked with the local police on that planet in several incidents, but mostly kept to himself, looking for the answers that Zars never had the opportunity to answer. Could he go back to the Jedi Order, or should he stay a Gray? Should he submit to the every tenet of the Code? When he did not find these answers in meditation, he sold his mentor's house and set out to find them for himself in other places and other people.
Marik is a quiet person, but enjoys the company of people now that he has left to seek his answers. He doesn't drink alcohol or smoke any substance, and has a particular desire to help children who have had bad experiences in the home life.
Lightsaber:Standard-hilt dual-phase (Current)
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 4
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So 3
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 6
Body: 4
Sense: 6
Protection: 5
Healing: 3
Destruction: N/A
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force Attunement: 0
RP Sample:
The howling of the Wookie leader across the table at the Trandoshan slave master was so loud that it was beginning to hurt Marik’s ears. He sat at the left of his master, Zars, who was busy trying to calm the two down enough that regular tones could be used. His intense hearing was often a boon to him, but in times like this, it hurt Marik more than it helped. He finally stood up, helping Zars calm them down, when the first salvo of laser blasts penetrated the wooden wall of the abode on the surface of Kashyyyk.
The Wookie leader went down first, his body perforated with blasts, and the Trandoshans all turned, drawing hold-outs and knives as Zars and Marik leapt into action, lightsabers igniting. The first Trandoshan raised his blaster at Zars, who deftly deflected the blast away and into the gullet of a Trando who was hacking into a Wookie with a vibroweapon.
“It seems like we won’t be finding a peaceful solution this time, Master!” Marik called as he carved an axe-wielding Trando through his chest, silencing his cries.
“I do so HATE IT when it cones to this Mari-“ Zars was speaking when his voice was cut off.
Marik turned around have defeated the last of the Trando ‘negotiators’ to find Zars struggling just to stay standing with a pair of throwing knives buried hilt deep into his back. His lightsaber fell from his hand to the ground and he collapsed to his feet. The Trando killer turned and ran, having succeeded in the killing of the Wookie master and completed his mission.
Marik deactivated his lightsaber and ran to the body of Zars, leaving the Trando assassins to make their escape. The damage had been done, to the Wookies of Kashyyyk and to the Order. Marik cradled the head of Zars in his hand, the old Human’s weezing like the sounds of turbolasers to the hearing of the Miraluka. His breathing grew labored, and Zars tried to say something, but he passed away in a moment, and Marik lowered his head. If he had the anatomical ability to cry, he might have, but instead he girded himself for the mission ahead.
And he carried the body of his master back to their ship.
