Post by Rosja Galo on Aug 12, 2008 18:38:55 GMT -5
Name: Rosja Galo
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 148 lb.
Appearance:
Birth place: Nuba City, Nubia
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight, Guardian
Bio: Rosja was born on the planet Nubia, in ‘The Dark Side of the Planet’, where her mother worked as one of two human dancers. On a planet known for working hard and playing hard, Rosja quickly inherited the determined perfectionist nature of her home planet. Never having met her father, Rosja grew up with her mother-a dancer. Her father had been a swoop racer, an oblivious force user, who stopped at the cantina while racing on the planet. After a one night stand with Rosja's mother, he left, leaving the woman distraught. But Rosja brought light into her world again, and, though she hated dancing, she continued it to care for her child.
Rosja grew up watching her mother dance for men and knowing it was not right. As much as she loved and respected her mother, she often wondered why she did not break away, seek to start a new life under better circumstances...so she slowly grew apart from her mother, feeling more responsible and mature than she was. It was when she was eight years old that the Jedi came. They were on a small mission, looking for some illegal business on the race circuit that might be funding a rumored struggling attempt to rebuild Sith Aristocrats. The Jedi Knight sensed Rosja's presence and sought her out. Her mother was tearful but Rosja was all smiles as she left with the Jedi, headed for the school.
Her fist mission was the hardest. That was where Rosja learned the power of mercy. Poised to kill, her Master pulled her back, cautioning her against the pull of the dark side. At first, Rosja saw this as foolish. The heat of the moment had consumed her…but her Master pulled her away gradually, and she spared the man’s life. From that point on, the once rebellious Rosja was constantly at her Master’s feet. She adored him, and drank in his every word. Soon the Council became wary as they saw just how close the two were becoming. They informed her master of their worries, and he confided in Rosja. He told her also of his love, how he could no longer deny it, and suggested they run away together. Appalled, Rosja quickly sought out the Council, telling them of her Master’s words.
The Council was impressed with her maturity, and, after exiling her master, they Knighted her. Rosja took to her title determinedly, not tolerating any failure nor mistakes. She is as obedient as they come to the Jedi Masters. Meanwhile her old Master seeks her out, torn between his love (or lust) and hatred at her betrayal. He wants her blood, and she meditates every day on how to carry out the unavoidable confrontation. Part of her does doubt things sometimes. She wonders what would have happened had she chosen to go with her Master (though she never held the same sort of feelings for him). She also wonders if it wasn’t the overly strict codes of the Jedi that made him falter. Still, that first mission, the teetering edge towards the Dark Side, looms in her memory as a constant reminder.
She began to go on many missions for the Council, ever eager to serve, and soon found herself on lines of battle (though the Republic lost that fight...). After slaying several Mandalorians as well as saving a Jedi in battle, it was decided that Rosja was indeed a Guardian. Her extraordinary battle skills set her apart from the rest, and she began to narrow her training to a more battle specific field.
Lightsaber: single, curve hilt
Color: silver
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho -5
Makashi -4
Soresu -2
Ataru -4
Shien / Djem So -4
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild -0
>>Sub-form Backhanded -4
Juyo / Vaapad -2
Double Bladed Combat -0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Please see This Page on force abilities, and applying them to your character.
All attributes are ranked from 1-10, 10 being absolute understanding, 1 being a basic grasp of the concepts. Please be reasonable when deciding your skill ranks, as no jedi is great at every skill set. Light side jedi can not have a Destruction skill higher then 5, and Dark side jedi can’t have a healing skill over 5.
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 4
Body: 8
Sense: 4
Protection: 7
Healing: 4
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills:
Telekinetic saber combat 3
Early form of Crucitorn 4
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force Attunement:
+6
RP Sample:
Rosja’s calm breathing was the only sound in the eerie dome. Even her heart beat slowly, reverently even. Her hands flexed around the saber in her hand. Her precious saber, her only true partner outside of the Force. She felt the sweet energy of life pulse through her, pumping in her veins, filling each tiny flex of muscles. Yes, her body was on edge, and the Force on edge with her. Both in anticipation.
She had finally come to a great meditation room. Normally not all that intimidating of a situation, but Rosja had come to seek direction. Over and over again in her dreams she saw that confrontation with her old master…it was natural in the Force for Padawan to reconfront the Master, but that didn’t make the dream any less of a nightmare. She folded her legs neatly, resting her lightsaber in her lap. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly through her nose, letting the breath out in a sharp shot through her mouth. Finally she felt herself bind with the Force.
There he was again, her old Master…in her vision, she rose, grasping her lightsaber. Beautiful lunges, like a dance, began. Her and her Master, twisting, dancing. His face had paled, his eyes were red, the Dark Side had conquered him. It was bound to happen, really. After all, he had denied the Council in favor of his emotions. Emotion was good in some ways of course, but never when it conflicted with the Council’s wishes.
Her heart stopped and started with each lunge and dive. She wove neatly, her odd, curved saber still a mystery to her Master, who had stuck with his old, straight one. It was silver against red time and time again. Her face was pained, as was his. His mouth moved and she knew he was speaking, but she couldn’t hear him over the beating of her heart. Finally she could take it no longer.
Her eyes shot open and she felt the completeness of the Force flee her, returning to the normal hum in the back of her mind, the flicker in the corner of her eye. She was ready for so much, but not for this, not yet. She hastily grabbed her saber and fled the room, praying she could only flee the vision as well…
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 148 lb.
Appearance:
Birth place: Nuba City, Nubia
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight, Guardian
Bio: Rosja was born on the planet Nubia, in ‘The Dark Side of the Planet’, where her mother worked as one of two human dancers. On a planet known for working hard and playing hard, Rosja quickly inherited the determined perfectionist nature of her home planet. Never having met her father, Rosja grew up with her mother-a dancer. Her father had been a swoop racer, an oblivious force user, who stopped at the cantina while racing on the planet. After a one night stand with Rosja's mother, he left, leaving the woman distraught. But Rosja brought light into her world again, and, though she hated dancing, she continued it to care for her child.
Rosja grew up watching her mother dance for men and knowing it was not right. As much as she loved and respected her mother, she often wondered why she did not break away, seek to start a new life under better circumstances...so she slowly grew apart from her mother, feeling more responsible and mature than she was. It was when she was eight years old that the Jedi came. They were on a small mission, looking for some illegal business on the race circuit that might be funding a rumored struggling attempt to rebuild Sith Aristocrats. The Jedi Knight sensed Rosja's presence and sought her out. Her mother was tearful but Rosja was all smiles as she left with the Jedi, headed for the school.
Her fist mission was the hardest. That was where Rosja learned the power of mercy. Poised to kill, her Master pulled her back, cautioning her against the pull of the dark side. At first, Rosja saw this as foolish. The heat of the moment had consumed her…but her Master pulled her away gradually, and she spared the man’s life. From that point on, the once rebellious Rosja was constantly at her Master’s feet. She adored him, and drank in his every word. Soon the Council became wary as they saw just how close the two were becoming. They informed her master of their worries, and he confided in Rosja. He told her also of his love, how he could no longer deny it, and suggested they run away together. Appalled, Rosja quickly sought out the Council, telling them of her Master’s words.
The Council was impressed with her maturity, and, after exiling her master, they Knighted her. Rosja took to her title determinedly, not tolerating any failure nor mistakes. She is as obedient as they come to the Jedi Masters. Meanwhile her old Master seeks her out, torn between his love (or lust) and hatred at her betrayal. He wants her blood, and she meditates every day on how to carry out the unavoidable confrontation. Part of her does doubt things sometimes. She wonders what would have happened had she chosen to go with her Master (though she never held the same sort of feelings for him). She also wonders if it wasn’t the overly strict codes of the Jedi that made him falter. Still, that first mission, the teetering edge towards the Dark Side, looms in her memory as a constant reminder.
She began to go on many missions for the Council, ever eager to serve, and soon found herself on lines of battle (though the Republic lost that fight...). After slaying several Mandalorians as well as saving a Jedi in battle, it was decided that Rosja was indeed a Guardian. Her extraordinary battle skills set her apart from the rest, and she began to narrow her training to a more battle specific field.
Lightsaber: single, curve hilt
Color: silver
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho -5
Makashi -4
Soresu -2
Ataru -4
Shien / Djem So -4
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild -0
>>Sub-form Backhanded -4
Juyo / Vaapad -2
Double Bladed Combat -0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Please see This Page on force abilities, and applying them to your character.
All attributes are ranked from 1-10, 10 being absolute understanding, 1 being a basic grasp of the concepts. Please be reasonable when deciding your skill ranks, as no jedi is great at every skill set. Light side jedi can not have a Destruction skill higher then 5, and Dark side jedi can’t have a healing skill over 5.
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 4
Body: 8
Sense: 4
Protection: 7
Healing: 4
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills:
Telekinetic saber combat 3
Early form of Crucitorn 4
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force Attunement:
+6
RP Sample:
Rosja’s calm breathing was the only sound in the eerie dome. Even her heart beat slowly, reverently even. Her hands flexed around the saber in her hand. Her precious saber, her only true partner outside of the Force. She felt the sweet energy of life pulse through her, pumping in her veins, filling each tiny flex of muscles. Yes, her body was on edge, and the Force on edge with her. Both in anticipation.
She had finally come to a great meditation room. Normally not all that intimidating of a situation, but Rosja had come to seek direction. Over and over again in her dreams she saw that confrontation with her old master…it was natural in the Force for Padawan to reconfront the Master, but that didn’t make the dream any less of a nightmare. She folded her legs neatly, resting her lightsaber in her lap. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly through her nose, letting the breath out in a sharp shot through her mouth. Finally she felt herself bind with the Force.
There he was again, her old Master…in her vision, she rose, grasping her lightsaber. Beautiful lunges, like a dance, began. Her and her Master, twisting, dancing. His face had paled, his eyes were red, the Dark Side had conquered him. It was bound to happen, really. After all, he had denied the Council in favor of his emotions. Emotion was good in some ways of course, but never when it conflicted with the Council’s wishes.
Her heart stopped and started with each lunge and dive. She wove neatly, her odd, curved saber still a mystery to her Master, who had stuck with his old, straight one. It was silver against red time and time again. Her face was pained, as was his. His mouth moved and she knew he was speaking, but she couldn’t hear him over the beating of her heart. Finally she could take it no longer.
Her eyes shot open and she felt the completeness of the Force flee her, returning to the normal hum in the back of her mind, the flicker in the corner of her eye. She was ready for so much, but not for this, not yet. She hastily grabbed her saber and fled the room, praying she could only flee the vision as well…
