Post by Jenno on Aug 13, 2007 6:46:41 GMT -5
***Far From Finished - Expect it to be very long***
Name: Zentukko “Zen” Ossto
Race: Anzat
Age: 261
Height: 5’11
Weight: 211 lbs
Appearance: He stands a little above the normal height for his race, his muscles are finely tuned after many years of training. His skin is slightly more tanned than the usual pale Anzat skin tone. He possesses a defined square jaw line, but he carries no facial hair. His eyes are hazel and they tend to show some small hints of emotion, but very little and it wouldn’t be recognised unless someone were to know what he was like. His hair is a fair brown and it reaches down to just below his shoulders.
Birth place: Anzat
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Grand Master
Bio: Like most Anzati, Zen was born upon the planet Anzat, his parents lived in seclusion as many of the Anzati attempted to do, to try and make sure they didn’t become victim to the “soup” as many locals did. But life on such a planet was hard and, before he reached the age of one, Zen lost his parents to a nearby Anzati, who could not hold back his hunger any longer. The addiction of the “soup” soon led the deranged man straight towards Zen, who lay on the floor, squirming, close to crying, as somehow it seemed like the baby knew what was coming.
But nothing could have prepared him for what came, when the hungered man placed his hands on either side of the baby, he could only watch with sheer shock and confusion as his arms slipped from their locations, armpit and shoulder with them. The two limbs fell onto the floor and the Anzat’s eyes widened with horror, when he looked up suddenly his face met the end of a glowing blue blade. The Jedi Master stared down at the bewildered Anzat and warned him to back down. However, the hunger did not listen to anyone, it only cried out, all the time, it cried out, until it took control. The Anzat moved suddenly, standing up he moved straight towards the Jedi, but the hunger failed to remember that the Jedi had been holding the lightsaber towards him, and looking down at his own impaled body; he slipped into unconsciousness and in turn, fell to the floor. Within moments, he passed on.
The Jedi Master was taken back by the Anzat’s actions, to thrust himself upon the lightsaber without second thought, but something that would never remove itself from the warrior’s mind, was the look upon the, now dead, Anzat’s face. He had seemed almost pleased that the Jedi had appeared, a maddened glee had spread over his face moments before he had recklessly attempted to take the Jedi’s soup. What craziness had come over the man, the brave Jedi did not know.
He cast his eyes down to the child who had turned quiet ever since he had appeared, for some reason, the force had spiked quite dramatically a few moments earlier as the Jedi headed back from testing a local boy, being part of the Acquisition Division became tiresome at times and he was being pushed harder since they were still trying to recover from the Jedi Civil War. Without his sensitivity to the force, he doubted that this child would be alive. After reaching into the force and sense the aptitude of the boy, he was taken aback by the presence the force had around the infant, it was unusually high. And so, intrigued, the Jedi Master gathered up the child and returned him to the temple.
The child was asked to be seen by the council, which was extremely unusual, but it became apparent why. Having heard the event that had taken place on Anzat, they had done some research into the locals and what they found had made them worried about allowing Zen to walk the path of the Jedi. But the Master, however, contested with the council, stating that he would make sure to visit Zen and teach him about his race and the drinking of the “soup” which most became addicted to. He promised the council to iron out any possibility of Zen falling victim to the addiction.
Slightly reluctantly, the council agreed, they also could feel the presence of the boy and within their minds sat and idea, a plan for years in the future.
Zen grew up in the temple like every other hopeful, studying and training in the free time he had, he had even learned naturally how to hide his tentacles, a feat which, unbeknown to him, most of his race took to perfecting. Accomplishing this made him feel less of a stranger to the other younglings, since he had failed to see another Anzat throughout the whole temple.
Within his classes, he was the best, he was noted by many to be able to learn things at an extremely fast rate, he took in all the information and spent time deciphering it before thinking out exactly what he needed to do. Many of the other Younglings scorned him and he regularly became upset over the fact that everyone seemed to hate him simply because the force flowed easily through him. He spent the first five years at the temple almost completely alone which, for a child, seemed almost heartbreaking.
However, not long after he had turned six, something strange happened to him. He was abruptly removed from his regular lessons, instead he was sent to a large training area. At first he was a bit nervous as he slowly etched his way into the vast area. He was surprised when he found himself facing three human boys and one of the high ranked Council members, his name was Hilram Fulkan. He was quick to spot that the other three looked as nervous and uncertain as he did. As the four other stood before the Council member, they were told the four of them were unlike none of the other younglings throughout the temple; the force flowed through all of them so much easier than any other Jedi any of the members on the council had ever seen. And that, because they were such special cases, they were to have their training taking up several notches, the four of them were going to be training in at their current location under various Council members. The younglings were overcome with emotions, but for all their joy and worry, they couldn’t help but feel as though things were not going to be easy.
As time passed, they realised, things were far from easy. Their training was gruelling; they were pushed far beyond the boundaries of physical and mental endurance that any other youngling could ever come close to. Master Fulkan was their main teacher, the other Council members would only teach on rare events. Soon, the four Younglings became stronger than Jedi more than double their age. And the four of them became close friends in the process; Zen felt that being with them made up for the loneliness from his first years at the temple.
Still, years went by and they trained day after day, their free time became much more limited than as it used to be. But they each knew as they walked around the temple and as they came into contact with the students that had previously been their classmates, that all of this training was putting them many years ahead and was improving their connection to the force, it was true that they had already been ahead to begin with, but they could feel the difference in capability, and it stunned them, and made them more determined to carry on.
As the four of them reached the age of twelve, they were beginning to believe that this would be the last they saw of each other, they knew that the council would make sure masters took them on, but as in the usual tradition it would be individual tutelage. They were all upset about it, having become such close friends in such a short time, the four of them were renowned for constantly being together, even when they weren’t training. But out of the four, Zen was hit hardest by this. When he was training with his friends, he felt so much more comfortable, he didn’t fret like he often did as a younger child and also, he felt that by watching and observing them he was learning not only from Master Fulkan, but from his three close friends as well.
Lightsaber:
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Name: Zentukko “Zen” Ossto
Race: Anzat
Age: 261
Height: 5’11
Weight: 211 lbs
Appearance: He stands a little above the normal height for his race, his muscles are finely tuned after many years of training. His skin is slightly more tanned than the usual pale Anzat skin tone. He possesses a defined square jaw line, but he carries no facial hair. His eyes are hazel and they tend to show some small hints of emotion, but very little and it wouldn’t be recognised unless someone were to know what he was like. His hair is a fair brown and it reaches down to just below his shoulders.
Birth place: Anzat
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Grand Master
Bio: Like most Anzati, Zen was born upon the planet Anzat, his parents lived in seclusion as many of the Anzati attempted to do, to try and make sure they didn’t become victim to the “soup” as many locals did. But life on such a planet was hard and, before he reached the age of one, Zen lost his parents to a nearby Anzati, who could not hold back his hunger any longer. The addiction of the “soup” soon led the deranged man straight towards Zen, who lay on the floor, squirming, close to crying, as somehow it seemed like the baby knew what was coming.
But nothing could have prepared him for what came, when the hungered man placed his hands on either side of the baby, he could only watch with sheer shock and confusion as his arms slipped from their locations, armpit and shoulder with them. The two limbs fell onto the floor and the Anzat’s eyes widened with horror, when he looked up suddenly his face met the end of a glowing blue blade. The Jedi Master stared down at the bewildered Anzat and warned him to back down. However, the hunger did not listen to anyone, it only cried out, all the time, it cried out, until it took control. The Anzat moved suddenly, standing up he moved straight towards the Jedi, but the hunger failed to remember that the Jedi had been holding the lightsaber towards him, and looking down at his own impaled body; he slipped into unconsciousness and in turn, fell to the floor. Within moments, he passed on.
The Jedi Master was taken back by the Anzat’s actions, to thrust himself upon the lightsaber without second thought, but something that would never remove itself from the warrior’s mind, was the look upon the, now dead, Anzat’s face. He had seemed almost pleased that the Jedi had appeared, a maddened glee had spread over his face moments before he had recklessly attempted to take the Jedi’s soup. What craziness had come over the man, the brave Jedi did not know.
He cast his eyes down to the child who had turned quiet ever since he had appeared, for some reason, the force had spiked quite dramatically a few moments earlier as the Jedi headed back from testing a local boy, being part of the Acquisition Division became tiresome at times and he was being pushed harder since they were still trying to recover from the Jedi Civil War. Without his sensitivity to the force, he doubted that this child would be alive. After reaching into the force and sense the aptitude of the boy, he was taken aback by the presence the force had around the infant, it was unusually high. And so, intrigued, the Jedi Master gathered up the child and returned him to the temple.
The child was asked to be seen by the council, which was extremely unusual, but it became apparent why. Having heard the event that had taken place on Anzat, they had done some research into the locals and what they found had made them worried about allowing Zen to walk the path of the Jedi. But the Master, however, contested with the council, stating that he would make sure to visit Zen and teach him about his race and the drinking of the “soup” which most became addicted to. He promised the council to iron out any possibility of Zen falling victim to the addiction.
Slightly reluctantly, the council agreed, they also could feel the presence of the boy and within their minds sat and idea, a plan for years in the future.
Zen grew up in the temple like every other hopeful, studying and training in the free time he had, he had even learned naturally how to hide his tentacles, a feat which, unbeknown to him, most of his race took to perfecting. Accomplishing this made him feel less of a stranger to the other younglings, since he had failed to see another Anzat throughout the whole temple.
Within his classes, he was the best, he was noted by many to be able to learn things at an extremely fast rate, he took in all the information and spent time deciphering it before thinking out exactly what he needed to do. Many of the other Younglings scorned him and he regularly became upset over the fact that everyone seemed to hate him simply because the force flowed easily through him. He spent the first five years at the temple almost completely alone which, for a child, seemed almost heartbreaking.
However, not long after he had turned six, something strange happened to him. He was abruptly removed from his regular lessons, instead he was sent to a large training area. At first he was a bit nervous as he slowly etched his way into the vast area. He was surprised when he found himself facing three human boys and one of the high ranked Council members, his name was Hilram Fulkan. He was quick to spot that the other three looked as nervous and uncertain as he did. As the four other stood before the Council member, they were told the four of them were unlike none of the other younglings throughout the temple; the force flowed through all of them so much easier than any other Jedi any of the members on the council had ever seen. And that, because they were such special cases, they were to have their training taking up several notches, the four of them were going to be training in at their current location under various Council members. The younglings were overcome with emotions, but for all their joy and worry, they couldn’t help but feel as though things were not going to be easy.
As time passed, they realised, things were far from easy. Their training was gruelling; they were pushed far beyond the boundaries of physical and mental endurance that any other youngling could ever come close to. Master Fulkan was their main teacher, the other Council members would only teach on rare events. Soon, the four Younglings became stronger than Jedi more than double their age. And the four of them became close friends in the process; Zen felt that being with them made up for the loneliness from his first years at the temple.
Still, years went by and they trained day after day, their free time became much more limited than as it used to be. But they each knew as they walked around the temple and as they came into contact with the students that had previously been their classmates, that all of this training was putting them many years ahead and was improving their connection to the force, it was true that they had already been ahead to begin with, but they could feel the difference in capability, and it stunned them, and made them more determined to carry on.
As the four of them reached the age of twelve, they were beginning to believe that this would be the last they saw of each other, they knew that the council would make sure masters took them on, but as in the usual tradition it would be individual tutelage. They were all upset about it, having become such close friends in such a short time, the four of them were renowned for constantly being together, even when they weren’t training. But out of the four, Zen was hit hardest by this. When he was training with his friends, he felt so much more comfortable, he didn’t fret like he often did as a younger child and also, he felt that by watching and observing them he was learning not only from Master Fulkan, but from his three close friends as well.
Lightsaber:
Color: