Post by Feyrin on Dec 31, 2008 2:14:36 GMT -5
Name: Teima (No last name)
Race: Nautolan
Age: 10
Height: 3'8"
Weight: 93 lbs.
Appearance:
(This is when she goes on missions and the sort later)
Teima stands at three foot eight inches tall, with a highly defined face. Her green head is mounted with fourteen tentacles. The rings near the ends of her tentacles are a dark maroon color, and halfway down them, she has black symbols wrapped around them. The symbols are simply black lines that are raised in three points around the ring. She has one tentacle on either shoulder and the other twelve together on the back of her head. On her body, Teima wears the standard initiate outfit. Tan pants, black leather boots, a light tan under tunic and black leather gloves. A darker tan shirt, the same color as the pants, is fit over the under tunic, and a black leather belt is fit over that. Teima's training lightsaber is clasped always on the left side of her body. Her face, in more detail, consists of slightly large, lidless dark-red eyes, defined chin, cheekbones, and nose. She has no tattoos on her head like some other Nautolans, but it is just plain green.
Training/Civilian Clothing:
While training at the temple, Teima wears a loosely fit tan skirt with a dark brown leather belt, white linen wrappings at her chest that wrap around her shoulders and trail down to her stomach, and similar wrappings around her forearms, hands, calves, and feet. The ones on her cover everything but her fingers, and the wrappings on her feet cover everything but her toes and heels. Over the wrappings, she wears a light brown sleeveless shirt, leaving some of the white cloth under it on her stomach, bracers of similar material. If she leaves the temple, she usually wears the same but with a light brown robe that covers from her shoulders down. She leaves her tentacles draped into the hood of the cloak when wearing it.
(Home World):Glee Anselm
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
Two Nautolan Jedi Knights... Their names are erased now from the Galactic Republic's records. They broke Jedi code, and left together on a "mission" to their home planet of Glee Anselm. There, they let their hidden love come to fruition, and conceived a child. Upon return, they offered to give their own lives so that their child could live a normal life, after feeling guilty at what they had done. When the two were brought to trial their offer was accepted, but they were not required to give their lives, only their lightsabers. The mother was allowed to live at the temple until her child was born. Upon birth, the mother was also exiled, and the child began life in the temple, raised with the other younglings.
Sensing a connection to the force in Teima, the Jedi trained her to use it from an early age. At two she began to form her own sense of style pertaining to how she fought and the sort. From the age of two to six, Teima trained with other Initiates. By the time she was three, the Jedi had come to forget Teima's past, and accepted her as though she was one of their own. She kept the lightsaber that her "father" had left her close at all times. Although Teima was told it was the standard every child was given, Teima felt that hers was different in some way. While at the temple, Teima read in an archive most of the evening, about several things, after she had been trained normally of course. At seven, Teima began staying awake after hours, with horrible nightmares. Even now the nightmares still seem to effect her, but she has learned to control her thoughts, and her mind has only grown stronger through this hardship. Teima became normal after she conquered the dreams, though she still deals with them on a regular basis, but keeps them to herself. Teima is now ten, and verging on the end of her life as a youngling. She continues her own personal trainings and reads constantly on history, and luckily her parents past is not in the archives she reads in. Teima's main objective is to become as strong as she can, so that she can become a Padawan.
Lightsaber: Training Lightsaber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 2
Makashi - N/a
Soresu - N/a
Ataru - N/a
Shien / Djem So - N/a
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/a
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo - N/a
Double Bladed Combat - N/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: - 2
Telepathic: - 1
Body: - 3
Sense: - 1
Protection: - 2
Healing: - 2
Destruction: - 0
Specialized Skills: Teima has always been able to clear her mind when she's alone, and focus on what she needs to. She utilizes this skill to focus her force where she needs it in her body. Thus, her great ability to enhance her own physical abilities, such as moving faster, hitting harder, or giving herself that extra "Humph!" before a battle.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: - 3
Intelligence: - 4
Speed: - 5
Leadership: - 2
Unarmed: - 2
Melee Weapons: - 4
Ranged Weapons: - 1
Force Attunement: - 3
RP Sample: (this is more a solo RP than a sample)
The night air was crisp and clear. A thin fog rolled over the ground, and a few crackles of thunder could be heard in the distance. A young Nautolan stood in the center of a clearing, with a few scraggly trees on it's outskirts. Her face was towards the ground, and her eyes were swirling quickly, like whirlpools. She was gazing upon a male Nautolan's motionless corpse. When a crack resounded from the trees behind her, Teima's eyes stopped swirling. She still stared at the body at her feet.
A few leaves and limbs rustled and shifted in the trees behind, and Teima's left hand started wavering over the hilt at her belt. The wind picked up and started blowing heavier into her back. Teima sniffed a little, and caught a few scents in the air. There was metal, cloth, and definitely flesh, along with some others. She spun around and pulled her lightsaber up to her chest, her shirt sleeve slithering through the air. She held it straight up in front of her. She kept her right foot planted but slid her left outwards about a half a foot, and waited.
Soon after she heard voices, but not from the trees. One of the tentacles on her head twitched as a whispering, almost inaudible voice crackled into existence in her head. It was the voice of a woman, and it spoke, "He is your father. You do not know your father. He is your father. Your father does not know you. He is your father. Your father..." At the end, the voice began to die off, and Teima barely heard the last two words before the voice trailed off into nothing. Another tentacle on the left side of her head twitched, and she spun towards the feeling it was reacting to. She regained her last stance as she felt something that went from being apathetic, to caring, then to anger. She could feel that it wasn't that the thing there was thinking differently, but there must be more than once person.
At a humming, almost whistling sound, Teima ignited her lightsaber, but she was too late. A red saber sliced right through her, and flew back like a boomerang into the trees, without disturbing a single leaf, branch, or tree.
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Teima shot up in bed, her thin woolen sheets still wrapped around her. It was the fifth time this month she had had that same dream. She was sick of it the second time. It was almost as if someone or something was trying to convince her that her past was a lie. At first she had taken it into consideration, but when the second dream came, she ignored it. Every time, she tried to control herself in the dream, but failed and just died the same way every time.
She rolled out of bed, throwing the sheets off. She had white linen wrappings tied tightly around her chest, and a loose tan skirt at her waste, draping to just below her knees. Teima looked out of the window near her bed, and saw that it was early morning. Deciding that the rules allowed it, she would take this time to push her training a little further, being a new student. Teima bent down and reached under her bed and pulled out a small rectangular leather case and flipped two silver colored locks open. The case's spring system flipped it open once the locks were out of place, and Teima reached into it. She pulled four white strips, two longer than the others, of cloth and a small brown leather belt with a silver snap-clasp from it, and set them horizontally parallel on the bed beside the case. She pulled the leather box closed and snapped the locks in place, then slid it back under her bed.
Teima sat down on her bed to the right of the items and picked up the end of one of the longer white strips. She grabbed the middle with her other hand and placed the end on her calf, an inch below her knee. She started wrapping it around her leg with her other hand, and moved the first so that she could wrap it around the first end. Teima kept wrapping downwards until she got to the top of her foot, then she pulled the white strip under her foot and past the heel, then started wrapping again, until she got to her toes. Then, with only two inches left, she shoved the end of it into the opening by her toes and shoved a small pinkie finger past it, making sure it was nice and tight in there. She did the same with her other leg, then began with the smaller wrappings. She started just below her elbow and made it to to her wrist, skipped her thumb, and stopped at her knuckles, tucking it under there on both hands. Finishing it all off, Teima picked up the brown leather belt and slipped it behind her. She pulled it across her waist and around her sides, then clasped it in the middle of her hips.
Teima stepped to the bottom edge of her bed and opened the small footlocker at it's base. The box came open with ease, and Teima reached in and pulled out a small silver lightsaber hilt. She clipped a ring on the hilt to a silver clasp on the left of her belt. She reached back into the footlocker and pulled out some brown forearm bracers and a brown tank-top. She slipped both of them on over the white wrappings on her arms and chest, and closed the box by her bed. She walked towards the door near her bed, and stuck her head out when the door slid open. She looked to the left down the hall and then to the right. When she saw nothing, Teima stepped out into the hallway and turned right, heading down to the door at the far end. She was careful to stay quiet as she crept past the doors, as to not wake the other Initiates resting behind the doors on either side of the hall.
Once at the far end, she stepped through the dual panel door as it slid open, and heard it close almost silently behind her. After a few sniffs, the young Jedi left the antechamber she had entered and walked into a large circular room. The room wasn't magnificently huge or anything, but large enough for some long movements. It was about twenty feet wide and ten feet tall, and the walls slowly rolled in on themselves until touching at the top, creating a dome-like roof. The floor's and walls were all two by three white panels, separated by some hard black material. At the center of the roof was a flat circle, with four arced triangle shaped pieces, almost like a pie.
Still at the entrance to the room, Teima reached over and grabbed a blast helmet and cradled it under her left shoulder. She then pulled her training lightsaber off of her belt, snapping the clasp with perfect proficiency. She pulled her right hand up and pushed it, palm open, into a red button near the entrance into the domed room. The pie-like circle at the center of the roof slid open and a combat remote slid out of it, floating down to the center of the room. The door closed in the roof as Teima stepped into the room. She slid the blast helmet over her head now, and smiled under it. The Initiate held her saber up in front of her, sliding her left foot out a few inches, just as she had in her dream. The combat remote would be starting soon, so she had to be ready. A red blaster bolt fired through the air, and instantly Teima jumped to the side, letting it fly past her into the wall. The white panels absorbed it with no damage. A tentacle wriggled as another bolt sped towards her. Teima ducked under this one, and it just barely cleared the top of the helmet. She ignited her blue lightsaber now, and waved it in front of her a few times. She focused a little to ignore the sound of the blade to listen for the combat remote. She sniffed when she caught onto a scent, and actually smelled the energies start to exit the barrel on the remote. A quick upward strike slapped the bolt away and into the roof......
Race: Nautolan
Age: 10
Height: 3'8"
Weight: 93 lbs.
Appearance:
(This is when she goes on missions and the sort later)
Teima stands at three foot eight inches tall, with a highly defined face. Her green head is mounted with fourteen tentacles. The rings near the ends of her tentacles are a dark maroon color, and halfway down them, she has black symbols wrapped around them. The symbols are simply black lines that are raised in three points around the ring. She has one tentacle on either shoulder and the other twelve together on the back of her head. On her body, Teima wears the standard initiate outfit. Tan pants, black leather boots, a light tan under tunic and black leather gloves. A darker tan shirt, the same color as the pants, is fit over the under tunic, and a black leather belt is fit over that. Teima's training lightsaber is clasped always on the left side of her body. Her face, in more detail, consists of slightly large, lidless dark-red eyes, defined chin, cheekbones, and nose. She has no tattoos on her head like some other Nautolans, but it is just plain green.
Training/Civilian Clothing:
While training at the temple, Teima wears a loosely fit tan skirt with a dark brown leather belt, white linen wrappings at her chest that wrap around her shoulders and trail down to her stomach, and similar wrappings around her forearms, hands, calves, and feet. The ones on her cover everything but her fingers, and the wrappings on her feet cover everything but her toes and heels. Over the wrappings, she wears a light brown sleeveless shirt, leaving some of the white cloth under it on her stomach, bracers of similar material. If she leaves the temple, she usually wears the same but with a light brown robe that covers from her shoulders down. She leaves her tentacles draped into the hood of the cloak when wearing it.
(Home World):Glee Anselm
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio:
Two Nautolan Jedi Knights... Their names are erased now from the Galactic Republic's records. They broke Jedi code, and left together on a "mission" to their home planet of Glee Anselm. There, they let their hidden love come to fruition, and conceived a child. Upon return, they offered to give their own lives so that their child could live a normal life, after feeling guilty at what they had done. When the two were brought to trial their offer was accepted, but they were not required to give their lives, only their lightsabers. The mother was allowed to live at the temple until her child was born. Upon birth, the mother was also exiled, and the child began life in the temple, raised with the other younglings.
Sensing a connection to the force in Teima, the Jedi trained her to use it from an early age. At two she began to form her own sense of style pertaining to how she fought and the sort. From the age of two to six, Teima trained with other Initiates. By the time she was three, the Jedi had come to forget Teima's past, and accepted her as though she was one of their own. She kept the lightsaber that her "father" had left her close at all times. Although Teima was told it was the standard every child was given, Teima felt that hers was different in some way. While at the temple, Teima read in an archive most of the evening, about several things, after she had been trained normally of course. At seven, Teima began staying awake after hours, with horrible nightmares. Even now the nightmares still seem to effect her, but she has learned to control her thoughts, and her mind has only grown stronger through this hardship. Teima became normal after she conquered the dreams, though she still deals with them on a regular basis, but keeps them to herself. Teima is now ten, and verging on the end of her life as a youngling. She continues her own personal trainings and reads constantly on history, and luckily her parents past is not in the archives she reads in. Teima's main objective is to become as strong as she can, so that she can become a Padawan.
Lightsaber: Training Lightsaber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 2
Makashi - N/a
Soresu - N/a
Ataru - N/a
Shien / Djem So - N/a
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/a
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo - N/a
Double Bladed Combat - N/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: - 2
Telepathic: - 1
Body: - 3
Sense: - 1
Protection: - 2
Healing: - 2
Destruction: - 0
Specialized Skills: Teima has always been able to clear her mind when she's alone, and focus on what she needs to. She utilizes this skill to focus her force where she needs it in her body. Thus, her great ability to enhance her own physical abilities, such as moving faster, hitting harder, or giving herself that extra "Humph!" before a battle.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: - 3
Intelligence: - 4
Speed: - 5
Leadership: - 2
Unarmed: - 2
Melee Weapons: - 4
Ranged Weapons: - 1
Force Attunement: - 3
RP Sample: (this is more a solo RP than a sample)
The night air was crisp and clear. A thin fog rolled over the ground, and a few crackles of thunder could be heard in the distance. A young Nautolan stood in the center of a clearing, with a few scraggly trees on it's outskirts. Her face was towards the ground, and her eyes were swirling quickly, like whirlpools. She was gazing upon a male Nautolan's motionless corpse. When a crack resounded from the trees behind her, Teima's eyes stopped swirling. She still stared at the body at her feet.
A few leaves and limbs rustled and shifted in the trees behind, and Teima's left hand started wavering over the hilt at her belt. The wind picked up and started blowing heavier into her back. Teima sniffed a little, and caught a few scents in the air. There was metal, cloth, and definitely flesh, along with some others. She spun around and pulled her lightsaber up to her chest, her shirt sleeve slithering through the air. She held it straight up in front of her. She kept her right foot planted but slid her left outwards about a half a foot, and waited.
Soon after she heard voices, but not from the trees. One of the tentacles on her head twitched as a whispering, almost inaudible voice crackled into existence in her head. It was the voice of a woman, and it spoke, "He is your father. You do not know your father. He is your father. Your father does not know you. He is your father. Your father..." At the end, the voice began to die off, and Teima barely heard the last two words before the voice trailed off into nothing. Another tentacle on the left side of her head twitched, and she spun towards the feeling it was reacting to. She regained her last stance as she felt something that went from being apathetic, to caring, then to anger. She could feel that it wasn't that the thing there was thinking differently, but there must be more than once person.
At a humming, almost whistling sound, Teima ignited her lightsaber, but she was too late. A red saber sliced right through her, and flew back like a boomerang into the trees, without disturbing a single leaf, branch, or tree.
____________________________________________________________________
Teima shot up in bed, her thin woolen sheets still wrapped around her. It was the fifth time this month she had had that same dream. She was sick of it the second time. It was almost as if someone or something was trying to convince her that her past was a lie. At first she had taken it into consideration, but when the second dream came, she ignored it. Every time, she tried to control herself in the dream, but failed and just died the same way every time.
She rolled out of bed, throwing the sheets off. She had white linen wrappings tied tightly around her chest, and a loose tan skirt at her waste, draping to just below her knees. Teima looked out of the window near her bed, and saw that it was early morning. Deciding that the rules allowed it, she would take this time to push her training a little further, being a new student. Teima bent down and reached under her bed and pulled out a small rectangular leather case and flipped two silver colored locks open. The case's spring system flipped it open once the locks were out of place, and Teima reached into it. She pulled four white strips, two longer than the others, of cloth and a small brown leather belt with a silver snap-clasp from it, and set them horizontally parallel on the bed beside the case. She pulled the leather box closed and snapped the locks in place, then slid it back under her bed.
Teima sat down on her bed to the right of the items and picked up the end of one of the longer white strips. She grabbed the middle with her other hand and placed the end on her calf, an inch below her knee. She started wrapping it around her leg with her other hand, and moved the first so that she could wrap it around the first end. Teima kept wrapping downwards until she got to the top of her foot, then she pulled the white strip under her foot and past the heel, then started wrapping again, until she got to her toes. Then, with only two inches left, she shoved the end of it into the opening by her toes and shoved a small pinkie finger past it, making sure it was nice and tight in there. She did the same with her other leg, then began with the smaller wrappings. She started just below her elbow and made it to to her wrist, skipped her thumb, and stopped at her knuckles, tucking it under there on both hands. Finishing it all off, Teima picked up the brown leather belt and slipped it behind her. She pulled it across her waist and around her sides, then clasped it in the middle of her hips.
Teima stepped to the bottom edge of her bed and opened the small footlocker at it's base. The box came open with ease, and Teima reached in and pulled out a small silver lightsaber hilt. She clipped a ring on the hilt to a silver clasp on the left of her belt. She reached back into the footlocker and pulled out some brown forearm bracers and a brown tank-top. She slipped both of them on over the white wrappings on her arms and chest, and closed the box by her bed. She walked towards the door near her bed, and stuck her head out when the door slid open. She looked to the left down the hall and then to the right. When she saw nothing, Teima stepped out into the hallway and turned right, heading down to the door at the far end. She was careful to stay quiet as she crept past the doors, as to not wake the other Initiates resting behind the doors on either side of the hall.
Once at the far end, she stepped through the dual panel door as it slid open, and heard it close almost silently behind her. After a few sniffs, the young Jedi left the antechamber she had entered and walked into a large circular room. The room wasn't magnificently huge or anything, but large enough for some long movements. It was about twenty feet wide and ten feet tall, and the walls slowly rolled in on themselves until touching at the top, creating a dome-like roof. The floor's and walls were all two by three white panels, separated by some hard black material. At the center of the roof was a flat circle, with four arced triangle shaped pieces, almost like a pie.
Still at the entrance to the room, Teima reached over and grabbed a blast helmet and cradled it under her left shoulder. She then pulled her training lightsaber off of her belt, snapping the clasp with perfect proficiency. She pulled her right hand up and pushed it, palm open, into a red button near the entrance into the domed room. The pie-like circle at the center of the roof slid open and a combat remote slid out of it, floating down to the center of the room. The door closed in the roof as Teima stepped into the room. She slid the blast helmet over her head now, and smiled under it. The Initiate held her saber up in front of her, sliding her left foot out a few inches, just as she had in her dream. The combat remote would be starting soon, so she had to be ready. A red blaster bolt fired through the air, and instantly Teima jumped to the side, letting it fly past her into the wall. The white panels absorbed it with no damage. A tentacle wriggled as another bolt sped towards her. Teima ducked under this one, and it just barely cleared the top of the helmet. She ignited her blue lightsaber now, and waved it in front of her a few times. She focused a little to ignore the sound of the blade to listen for the combat remote. She sniffed when she caught onto a scent, and actually smelled the energies start to exit the barrel on the remote. A quick upward strike slapped the bolt away and into the roof......
