Post by gusha on Jan 4, 2009 0:45:27 GMT -5
Name: Gusha
Race: Hutt
Age: 36 years old (mentally 12)
Height: 3’ 10”
Weight: 130lbs
Appearance: Slug like, with and light Khaki shade of Brown. His eyes are a Light Blue, something very rare for a Hutt
Birth place: Deep Space
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Gusha is something very rare a force sensitive Hutt. He was conceived twelve years ago by a crime boss named Fridalla on Nal Hutta. He like all Hutts should have lived inside a pouch in his parent for fifty years before he even saw the light of day. He was not to receive that treatment however.
After about 20 years his parent had become quite powerful on Nal Hutta. That also brought a lot of enemies. A gang war broke out between Fridalla’s men and his main rivals. Fridalla was not yet powerful enough to take them on and was losing. He did have one chance however. He set up a meeting with some mercenaries. They would only meet with Fridalla outside of the Nal Hutta system because it would have been to dangerous to meet him there for a possible contract.
They rendezvoused in deep space for the meeting. A team of the Mercenaries came on board for the negotiations. The meeting seemed to be going well when the Mercenaries turned on them. The team in the conference room gunned down everyone in there, and the others back on their ship stormed the Hutt ship and killed all alive. Then as simple as that they went back aboard their ship and jumped away. They had been bought by the rival.
Gusha was sheltered inside his parent. Most Hutts would not have been able to survive. Gusha did because of the force; he entered a force trance instinctively. For a whole day he drifted in in the abandoned ship.
Latrer that day the ship was found floating in space by a Jedi Watchman. He had left hyperspace for no reason other the force told him to. When he did he found himself near a lifeless ship. He decided to go and investigate simply because he was here for a reason. The Jedi searched the ship and found a battle zone. He only found one survivor, the small Hutt. He discovered the young Hutt was force sensitive, and took him to the only place a young force sensitive belonged. To the Jedi Temple.
The Healers in the temple put the young Hutt into a trance for a few a week while his body built up the strength to take part in the world. His mind had been awakened by all that happened so it was hoped he would survive. The healers named him ‘Lucky’ in Huttese because he had to be in order to survive.
After the week in the trance the healers decided they had done all they could do if he was going to survive it was up to him now. He came out of the trance. Gusha did not die he survived much to the surprise of everyone.
Being force sensitive he began training at the temple to be a Jedi. Being premature he was not known for his physical prowess. He was told that he would eventually he would catch up to others.
In training he did distinguish himself with powers dealing with the mind. He also spent much of his time in the library. While many of the younglings played in their off time Gusha spent it working his mind and learning new things.
In the last year he has been preparing to become a Padawan. He has stepped up his physical training in an effort to be more ready to travel were his master need to go. He wants nothing more then to continue his training. All he has ever known is the Jedi temple, and he is eager to see the world he has read about.
Lightsaber: Training Saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 2
Makashi: N/a
Soresu: N/a
Ataru: N/a
Shien / Djem So: N/a
Niman : N/a
Juyo: N/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None as yet
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +7
RP Sample: Gusha was in the training room late. He had been born premature, and still was nearly 40 years away from being mature. Many said the only reason he survived was because his connection with the force. That didn’t mean he should not train. That was why he was here to train and try and make himself stronger. Every little bit helped and tonight he would push himself a little further.
He took a blast helmet off the wall and held it under his arm. He activated a training remote and then put the blast helmet on. His world went dark, well darker then the darkened temple. He began the training exercise with the remote. He gave himself to the force and he began moving as it whispered to him. He batted down right, and then he swung an arcing strike in front of his face. Catch and bouncing a blaster bolt with each swing.
He lost track of the time as he went through fluid movements. Then he felt another presence in the force and the remote stopped firing. He also noticed the lights had turned up. This was not good younglings were not supposed to be up this late. It could only be a master who heard his exercise.
“Youngling, what are you doing out of bed the late?” A voice said.
Gusha took of his helmet and smiled sheepishly, “I am training master, and I have lots of ground to make up…”
The Jedi didn’t looked amused, “I know you do Gusha, but now is not the time. It is time to rest. Come back tomorrow and work through your free time.”
“Yes master,” Gusha squeaked as he put the helmet down and slithered off to his dormitory, hopefully without running into any other Jedi.
Race: Hutt
Age: 36 years old (mentally 12)
Height: 3’ 10”
Weight: 130lbs
Appearance: Slug like, with and light Khaki shade of Brown. His eyes are a Light Blue, something very rare for a Hutt
Birth place: Deep Space
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Gusha is something very rare a force sensitive Hutt. He was conceived twelve years ago by a crime boss named Fridalla on Nal Hutta. He like all Hutts should have lived inside a pouch in his parent for fifty years before he even saw the light of day. He was not to receive that treatment however.
After about 20 years his parent had become quite powerful on Nal Hutta. That also brought a lot of enemies. A gang war broke out between Fridalla’s men and his main rivals. Fridalla was not yet powerful enough to take them on and was losing. He did have one chance however. He set up a meeting with some mercenaries. They would only meet with Fridalla outside of the Nal Hutta system because it would have been to dangerous to meet him there for a possible contract.
They rendezvoused in deep space for the meeting. A team of the Mercenaries came on board for the negotiations. The meeting seemed to be going well when the Mercenaries turned on them. The team in the conference room gunned down everyone in there, and the others back on their ship stormed the Hutt ship and killed all alive. Then as simple as that they went back aboard their ship and jumped away. They had been bought by the rival.
Gusha was sheltered inside his parent. Most Hutts would not have been able to survive. Gusha did because of the force; he entered a force trance instinctively. For a whole day he drifted in in the abandoned ship.
Latrer that day the ship was found floating in space by a Jedi Watchman. He had left hyperspace for no reason other the force told him to. When he did he found himself near a lifeless ship. He decided to go and investigate simply because he was here for a reason. The Jedi searched the ship and found a battle zone. He only found one survivor, the small Hutt. He discovered the young Hutt was force sensitive, and took him to the only place a young force sensitive belonged. To the Jedi Temple.
The Healers in the temple put the young Hutt into a trance for a few a week while his body built up the strength to take part in the world. His mind had been awakened by all that happened so it was hoped he would survive. The healers named him ‘Lucky’ in Huttese because he had to be in order to survive.
After the week in the trance the healers decided they had done all they could do if he was going to survive it was up to him now. He came out of the trance. Gusha did not die he survived much to the surprise of everyone.
Being force sensitive he began training at the temple to be a Jedi. Being premature he was not known for his physical prowess. He was told that he would eventually he would catch up to others.
In training he did distinguish himself with powers dealing with the mind. He also spent much of his time in the library. While many of the younglings played in their off time Gusha spent it working his mind and learning new things.
In the last year he has been preparing to become a Padawan. He has stepped up his physical training in an effort to be more ready to travel were his master need to go. He wants nothing more then to continue his training. All he has ever known is the Jedi temple, and he is eager to see the world he has read about.
Lightsaber: Training Saber
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 2
Makashi: N/a
Soresu: N/a
Ataru: N/a
Shien / Djem So: N/a
Niman : N/a
Juyo: N/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 2
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: None as yet
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: +7
RP Sample: Gusha was in the training room late. He had been born premature, and still was nearly 40 years away from being mature. Many said the only reason he survived was because his connection with the force. That didn’t mean he should not train. That was why he was here to train and try and make himself stronger. Every little bit helped and tonight he would push himself a little further.
He took a blast helmet off the wall and held it under his arm. He activated a training remote and then put the blast helmet on. His world went dark, well darker then the darkened temple. He began the training exercise with the remote. He gave himself to the force and he began moving as it whispered to him. He batted down right, and then he swung an arcing strike in front of his face. Catch and bouncing a blaster bolt with each swing.
He lost track of the time as he went through fluid movements. Then he felt another presence in the force and the remote stopped firing. He also noticed the lights had turned up. This was not good younglings were not supposed to be up this late. It could only be a master who heard his exercise.
“Youngling, what are you doing out of bed the late?” A voice said.
Gusha took of his helmet and smiled sheepishly, “I am training master, and I have lots of ground to make up…”
The Jedi didn’t looked amused, “I know you do Gusha, but now is not the time. It is time to rest. Come back tomorrow and work through your free time.”
“Yes master,” Gusha squeaked as he put the helmet down and slithered off to his dormitory, hopefully without running into any other Jedi.
