Post by adsonjade on Aug 17, 2008 17:17:44 GMT -5
Name: Adson Jade
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 6’4
Weight: 168
Appearance: A tall Man with Hazel Eyes and a smirk almost always on his face unless totally serious. Strong standing with experience, And scars all over his body, one especially large one across his left eye. Wears normal Jedi robes, with hooded cloak that goes from right shoulder to the left side of his waist, and a mask.
Birth place: Tattooine
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight-Consular
Lightsaber: Single, green, straight hilt.
Bio: The life of Adson is a sad one. He was 12 years old, living in one of the poorer more troublesome districts on the planet of Coruscant. He was mixed up in the wrong crowed, a gang. One day, a fight was about to go down in one of the abandoned buildings. Adsons gang got there first, so they decided to look around. Adson was on the fourth floor when he smelled smoke and started to hear gunshots and screams. He was running down the steps. He almost made it down the last set of stairs, but tripped and broke his leg, tumbling the rest of the way down. The fighting was still going on. He was dragging himself towards the door when all of a sudden, burning debri fell right on top of him. The gunshots stopped. The only thing that broke the silence of the area was the crackling of the burning bilding and the screams of a frightened, burninhg child. He blacked out.
Two weeks later, he woke up to a man clothed in brown jedi robes. He asked the boy if he wanted to come with him to train to become a Jedi. The boy agreed, and two more weeks later he left with him.
The boy was very badly burned and scraped battered. ( I will con tinue later. I have to do something).
Lightsaber: Single blade
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - Mastered
Makashi - Skilled
Soresu - Untrained
Ataru - Very low skill
Shien / Djem So - None
Niman - None
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild - no
>>Sub-form Backhanded - no
Juyo / Vaapad - no
Double Bladed Combat - no
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 5
Body: 5
Sense: 5
Protection: 4
Healing: 7
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills: Force Recucitation
Attributes
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement:
+6
RP Sample: There I stood in the center of a giant room in an old monastery on an abandoned location on Corrucsant. There they were, four sith. Staring menacingly at me. I bothered not to draw my Lightsaber. The force I have complete faith in. It is my most powerful ally. Using the force as an extension my body, I quickly pulled the sabers out of the enemy’s hands, and destroyed them by crushing them. The surprise on their faces made me grin. “Should take better care of those” I replied as I unleashed a torrent of force maneuvers that was as graceful as it was painful. Afterwards hogtieing them and dragging them back with me. Another mission accomplished, and I barely had to do anything.
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 6’4
Weight: 168
Appearance: A tall Man with Hazel Eyes and a smirk almost always on his face unless totally serious. Strong standing with experience, And scars all over his body, one especially large one across his left eye. Wears normal Jedi robes, with hooded cloak that goes from right shoulder to the left side of his waist, and a mask.
Birth place: Tattooine
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight-Consular
Lightsaber: Single, green, straight hilt.
Bio: The life of Adson is a sad one. He was 12 years old, living in one of the poorer more troublesome districts on the planet of Coruscant. He was mixed up in the wrong crowed, a gang. One day, a fight was about to go down in one of the abandoned buildings. Adsons gang got there first, so they decided to look around. Adson was on the fourth floor when he smelled smoke and started to hear gunshots and screams. He was running down the steps. He almost made it down the last set of stairs, but tripped and broke his leg, tumbling the rest of the way down. The fighting was still going on. He was dragging himself towards the door when all of a sudden, burning debri fell right on top of him. The gunshots stopped. The only thing that broke the silence of the area was the crackling of the burning bilding and the screams of a frightened, burninhg child. He blacked out.
Two weeks later, he woke up to a man clothed in brown jedi robes. He asked the boy if he wanted to come with him to train to become a Jedi. The boy agreed, and two more weeks later he left with him.
The boy was very badly burned and scraped battered. ( I will con tinue later. I have to do something).
Lightsaber: Single blade
Color: Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - Mastered
Makashi - Skilled
Soresu - Untrained
Ataru - Very low skill
Shien / Djem So - None
Niman - None
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild - no
>>Sub-form Backhanded - no
Juyo / Vaapad - no
Double Bladed Combat - no
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 5
Body: 5
Sense: 5
Protection: 4
Healing: 7
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills: Force Recucitation
Attributes
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement:
+6
RP Sample: There I stood in the center of a giant room in an old monastery on an abandoned location on Corrucsant. There they were, four sith. Staring menacingly at me. I bothered not to draw my Lightsaber. The force I have complete faith in. It is my most powerful ally. Using the force as an extension my body, I quickly pulled the sabers out of the enemy’s hands, and destroyed them by crushing them. The surprise on their faces made me grin. “Should take better care of those” I replied as I unleashed a torrent of force maneuvers that was as graceful as it was painful. Afterwards hogtieing them and dragging them back with me. Another mission accomplished, and I barely had to do anything.