Post by nolic on Sept 15, 2008 22:08:08 GMT -5
Name:Nolic LefGai
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height:5'11
Weight:175 pounds
Appearance:Long Blonde Hair with alittle bit of a 5 o' clock shadow. By the look of what he is wearing most would think he is a smuggler or scum of the galaxy that would come straight out of Jobba's palace. Most of the armour on his body arent matching peices of the same set.
Birth place: Alderaan/Chianar
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Nolic formely that of the long lasting house of Qel-Droma, was born on the planet of Alderaan shortly before the poor destruction of the planet . He survived the fate of his homeworld only because that of his ancestor Cay Qel-Droma whom reached out through the force and told his mother of the impending doom that awaited them. As Alderaan was in its final minutes Impenda sent her only son off with a preciouse family heir loom to the only place she knew a force sensitive child would be safe,the planet Abo Dreth.
There the boy grew up with the help of the man who found him. Jora LefGai was an old smuggler and made the boy grow into a man. As a boy Jora would physically train the boy with blasters and workouts to make him what Jora liked to call "Outer Rim Tough." Nolic at the age of 16 dropped the name Qel-Droma in fear of his life and what the Emperor would do to him finding a force sensitive that has a long lineage like he does. He took Jora's name after Jora passed down to Nolic what was in the space pod with him. The heir loom was an ancient lightsaber and a note that was from his birth mother it read "Seek out the Jedi once the Empire has subsided."
When Jora,shortly after Nolic took his last name, passed away Nolic decided to head where is fate would lie at the Jedi Temple. Not skilled as a Jedi yet he would do more damage with his blaster in hand. Even though being older then most younglings he is willing to learn from the force and become its student. Sometimes brash but always humble looks forward to seeing how well the Jedi Order accepts The Last son of the Qel-Droma line.
Lightsaber: Single blade (single phase)
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
ranking 1-5, 5 being mastery. Mark a skill with N/A if you’re character has no experience in it
Shii-Cho 1
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 duel Weild N/A
Juyo n/a
Double Bladed Combat n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Force Choke,Force Sight
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: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills: Fairly good pilot, Very Handy with a Blaster. Good with mechanics knows how to fix things.
Attributes:
All attributes are ranked from 1-10, 10 being near godlike.
Please be realistic when selecting stats, as no one person is good at everything. Keep your characters interesting and real by giving them weaknesses.
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 8
Leadership: 10
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 9
Force Attunement:+4
RP Sample:
The sweat fell from his brow and hit the floor as he used all his might just to keep this ship in line with Coruscant's docking station. It felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, with the death of Jora he was now alone in this galaxy and now he had to turn to the people he never felt wanted him and probably in a sense will never be a part of them even given the past of his ancestors that had joined the order. He isnt going to bring up to the council that he is in fact a Qel-Droma because he wouldnt want to get in for just having a last name, he again ponders all the reason why the Jedi Order wont accept him. As his ship The Crescent Moon comes to a jolting stop he breathes a sigh of releif thinking "No more wondering I just have to do this." He hits the button for the hatch door to the left his eyes trace the steps in front of him as with each step he takes he knows this is his future. His armour was rusted and in quite bad shape but protected all the heavy blows that would come his way, A pistol lay on his left of his waist as his family lightsaber hooked tightly to the right. He stepped out and finally looked at what beauty actually was. "The beauty of Coruscant." the words slipped his mouth just as a tainty young Dock Operator came up to him and slanted in saying "Coruscant?beauty? those two words are never together."
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height:5'11
Weight:175 pounds
Appearance:Long Blonde Hair with alittle bit of a 5 o' clock shadow. By the look of what he is wearing most would think he is a smuggler or scum of the galaxy that would come straight out of Jobba's palace. Most of the armour on his body arent matching peices of the same set.
Birth place: Alderaan/Chianar
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Youngling
Bio: Nolic formely that of the long lasting house of Qel-Droma, was born on the planet of Alderaan shortly before the poor destruction of the planet . He survived the fate of his homeworld only because that of his ancestor Cay Qel-Droma whom reached out through the force and told his mother of the impending doom that awaited them. As Alderaan was in its final minutes Impenda sent her only son off with a preciouse family heir loom to the only place she knew a force sensitive child would be safe,the planet Abo Dreth.
There the boy grew up with the help of the man who found him. Jora LefGai was an old smuggler and made the boy grow into a man. As a boy Jora would physically train the boy with blasters and workouts to make him what Jora liked to call "Outer Rim Tough." Nolic at the age of 16 dropped the name Qel-Droma in fear of his life and what the Emperor would do to him finding a force sensitive that has a long lineage like he does. He took Jora's name after Jora passed down to Nolic what was in the space pod with him. The heir loom was an ancient lightsaber and a note that was from his birth mother it read "Seek out the Jedi once the Empire has subsided."
When Jora,shortly after Nolic took his last name, passed away Nolic decided to head where is fate would lie at the Jedi Temple. Not skilled as a Jedi yet he would do more damage with his blaster in hand. Even though being older then most younglings he is willing to learn from the force and become its student. Sometimes brash but always humble looks forward to seeing how well the Jedi Order accepts The Last son of the Qel-Droma line.
Lightsaber: Single blade (single phase)
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
ranking 1-5, 5 being mastery. Mark a skill with N/A if you’re character has no experience in it
Shii-Cho 1
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 duel Weild N/A
Juyo n/a
Double Bladed Combat n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Force Choke,Force Sight
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: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills: Fairly good pilot, Very Handy with a Blaster. Good with mechanics knows how to fix things.
Attributes:
All attributes are ranked from 1-10, 10 being near godlike.
Please be realistic when selecting stats, as no one person is good at everything. Keep your characters interesting and real by giving them weaknesses.
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 8
Leadership: 10
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 9
Force Attunement:+4
RP Sample:
The sweat fell from his brow and hit the floor as he used all his might just to keep this ship in line with Coruscant's docking station. It felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, with the death of Jora he was now alone in this galaxy and now he had to turn to the people he never felt wanted him and probably in a sense will never be a part of them even given the past of his ancestors that had joined the order. He isnt going to bring up to the council that he is in fact a Qel-Droma because he wouldnt want to get in for just having a last name, he again ponders all the reason why the Jedi Order wont accept him. As his ship The Crescent Moon comes to a jolting stop he breathes a sigh of releif thinking "No more wondering I just have to do this." He hits the button for the hatch door to the left his eyes trace the steps in front of him as with each step he takes he knows this is his future. His armour was rusted and in quite bad shape but protected all the heavy blows that would come his way, A pistol lay on his left of his waist as his family lightsaber hooked tightly to the right. He stepped out and finally looked at what beauty actually was. "The beauty of Coruscant." the words slipped his mouth just as a tainty young Dock Operator came up to him and slanted in saying "Coruscant?beauty? those two words are never together."
