Post by Mavrick on Jul 7, 2009 4:07:49 GMT -5
Name: Mavrick Shilo
Race: Human
Age: 18
Height: 5' 9
Weight: 175
Appearance: Mavricks hair is a darker blonde that is mid length sticking out in every direction. He has a single brad that hangs over the right side most of the time.
Mavrick wears the traditional padawan robe. His throw over is a darker toned black and read mixed where his under shirt extends down to his wrist. It matches the color of the throw over above it.
Black pants are tucked down into his back boots.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio:
Mavrick was born on the planet Coruscant where his mother died shortly after his birth. His life was very pleasant at this age. He never really had any problems with in his life as he was treated rather well by his father, some go as far as to say that he was spoiled, but the time with his father was short as he was taken by a disease that claimed his life from Mavrick at the age of three.
It was then that Mavrick was found by a Jedi on a mission. The Jedi took Mavrick to the council and they told him that they was going to find a home for him and that he could stay there. But the Jedi insisted that he be given a chance to see what the child had. He knew that he could feel the force with in the child and he wanted to see if Mavrick was able to become something.
Sure enough Mavrick shown promise just like the founder jedi had foreseen in him. He was placed into training at the temple in order to hone them skill about around three years old and nine months.
It was never anything major, it was more about meditation and focusing on the force, as well as some light saber drills from day to day. At the age of five Mavrick was all for his light saber drills as he was always practicing on them more than he tended to do on the meditation of the force.
Proving to the Jedi council that Mavrick had promise they allowed him some time to see what they could manged to get from him, and to see if he could develop them into something his skills that is.
For years Mavrick was devoted to his training, and the Jedi that had found him was always hovering over top of him when he came in for his visits "Mavrick you must understand why I make you train so hard, I don't want the council to think that your just some child. Some normal child with no future.....I can tell the force is strong with in you....and together we will tap into it!"
It was upon these words that Mavrick knew that he was going to give his training everything that he had. He was going to go all out to prove to the council, but more importantly he was going to make his founder proud of him.
Mavrick was about the age of twelve when his founder Jedi approached him about becoming a Padawan and he would truly be able to call him his master. Mavrick was more than excited and more than ready for this role in his life, and the council approved of the duo.
After getting accepted by his master he was taken to the temple to be taught how to construct his own lightsaber. It was here they they spent most of their first week as Mavrick was making error after error. At the end of that week Mavrick proved victorious as he had finally created his own blue lightsaber.
After making it past the basic's and getting a good grasp on it Mavrick then began training under his masters light saber Form II Makashi. The form was more about protecting one's self from strikes of all kind.
After training some time under Form II from his master Mavrick found that he liked the looks of Jar-kai and he wanted to try to use this style and add it into his array of training. His master wasn't fully supportive of it but went along with it.
He told Mavrick about the fact that he would have to us it's main form Niman as well as it's supportive form Ataru. Jumping into the studies of Niman, it took Mavrick some time to get use to this style.
It would prove to be even harder to comprehend the use of this style as it was also training daily under it's supportive art Ataru.
After finely getting the some of the basic's down on the to parent arts and returning back to the temple in order to create a second lightsaber, Mavrick began to start training in the arts of Jar-Kai finely.
Mavrick proved to enjoy this style much more than his master and even he thought that he would. His training under the combat of lightsabers became even more fierce as he was now training under three forms, as he placed the arts of Ataru and Niman on hold.
The forms that he was now training under was Form I - Shii-Cho the basic that all jedi's must endure though, and then the Sub Form of Jar-kai. This form was more about duel wielding where the user used one saber as defense as the other one was used as offense, But it wasn't always like this with Mavrick as he liked to change it up and use both sabers for defense or for offense.
Mavrick was a naturally strong boy as he was growing up, nothing massive in his strength just more above the average level for the kids around his age, but with his above average strength he tended to be more about brute force rather than thinking and planing, so it was safe to say that he really wasn't one of the smarter kids in his group.
Mavrick was also very fast for his age, very much faster than the children around his age. This was not be because of the genes that flowed though his body but rather because he was always constantly training on his light saber skills and training on the swiftness of his movement that why he would be able to react to what ever position he was in making the use of his Form II and his Sub Form that much greater.
Mavrick never really had any ability to lead anyone, Not like one of them great leaders did, Not even like a normal leader. He was always sheltered and caught up in his training that he never really developed people skills. Only way he was ever really able to get anyone to listen to him was though brute force as people tended to be afraid of his stronger feats.
Around seventeen Mavrick and his mentor was sent out on a mission. It was the fourth mission of his and he was still very green to the fact of real combat, but this mission was different. It was a mission to take food to one of the less fortunate planets known as Balosar. This mission was one that wasn't suppose to have any real combat involved, but to their surprise they was attacked, ambushed I might add.
The people of Balosar resorted to crime for the food rather than just taking it when given.
His mentor took a blade though his stomach as he was caught off guard The attack was due to the fact that he didn't react quickly enough. Mavrick manged to reach his sabers in time to defend himself and quickly kill the one that was attacking them.
The wound on his mentor was far to bad. His life was fading fast.
"Don't Abandon the force, It was a great joy training you....I loved every moment of it....Grow up to be strong....!"
This was the dieing words of his mentor. "Master.....I will make them all pay for this....for what they have done to you.....and what they have caused me....!!!"
Only a single tear ran down the face of Mavrick's as he rose to his feet.
The council talked to Mavrick about this event in his life and told him that he needed to increase his training and start meditating over the force, the death of his master and the life of his master and how it effected his master as well as himself in all of this.
Over the course of the year off Mavrick began to train in the art of Form VII - Juyo the more aggressive style of Light saber combat. He felt that this style was more suiting to him as he wanted to become more fierce in battle. He didn't know it but his rage was getting the better of him, it was controlling him at times.
He also took some time to work on the art of healing that the force had to offer, this was because he watched his master die right before him. He didn't want that to happen to him...He wanted to be able to heal himself if he needed. His anger and emotions tended to cloud his head at times making it far to difficult to grow in this area of the force.
It was during this time that Mavrick's personality took a turn for the worse. He became much more darker in his words and thoughts and less social. He tended to care only for himself as that's all he was ever really left to care about in his life. Would the council know about this new change in his life style, well it would all just have to play out and see. He used his rage in a new type of training as he was always sparing and hitting training with his fist now, making him better at his hand to hand combat.
Mavrick has been told that it is time for him to come back into the council as they are looking for a new master for him. He now awaits for his new adventure to begin.
Lightsaber: One Curved Hilt, One Normal Hilt
Color: Blue, Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Form I - Shii-Cho - 4
Form II - Makashi -
Form III - Soresu -
Form IV - Ataru - 2
Form V - Shien / Djem So -
>>Sub-form Backhanded -
Form VI - Niman - 1
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 1
Form VII - Juyo -
Double Bladed Combat -
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: - 5
Telepathic: - 2
Body: - 4
Sense: - 4
Protection: - 3
Healing: - 1
Destruction: - 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: - 6
Intelligence: - 4
Speed: - 6
Leadership: - 2
Unarmed: - 3
Melee Weapons: - 1
Ranged Weapons:- 1
Force Attunement: + 1
RP Sample:
With dust scrambling past Mavrick on all sides of his head his eye's remained fully closed. His heart raced like thousand humming birds wings moving in different directions at once, never once taking the same path. His heart wouldn't give him a single moment of relief, it was like his own personal villain.
"Hesitate no longer young padawan, This is your first mission. No need to be frightened." After hearing the words of his master his heart seemed to calm down a bit. Upon opening his eye's all of his thought raced. What will I do? If we are attack? If I am lost? If I drop my light saber!? After taking a deep breath his heart manged to slow down even more, It was almost back to it's normal way.
He could hear the thruster shut down as the carrier ship was hovering just above the platform. A man exited from the cock pit and waved his hand to all of the soldiers that was around Mavrick and his master. The man then loudly yelled out to everyone so that he could be heard over the thrusters. His voice sounded much like a Frenchman. "If your on this flight get aboard. We are heading out!"
"Come young one! We must not be left behind or you will surely fail your mission" His master smiled out to him as he grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him tightly to him. Mavrick was ashamed to admit it but he loved being their in the arm of his masters as for once in his life he really felt like he truly mattered to some one. "Right master....I must not do that....I gotta make you proud!" As he finished saying this he quickly jumped up onto the carrier and took his seat as he waited for lift off.
For later use....only a not for now....Nothing to do with Mavrick
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Race: Human
Age: 18
Height: 5' 9
Weight: 175
Appearance: Mavricks hair is a darker blonde that is mid length sticking out in every direction. He has a single brad that hangs over the right side most of the time.
Mavrick wears the traditional padawan robe. His throw over is a darker toned black and read mixed where his under shirt extends down to his wrist. It matches the color of the throw over above it.
Black pants are tucked down into his back boots.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan
Bio:
The foundation of Mavrick
Mavrick was born on the planet Coruscant where his mother died shortly after his birth. His life was very pleasant at this age. He never really had any problems with in his life as he was treated rather well by his father, some go as far as to say that he was spoiled, but the time with his father was short as he was taken by a disease that claimed his life from Mavrick at the age of three.
It was then that Mavrick was found by a Jedi on a mission. The Jedi took Mavrick to the council and they told him that they was going to find a home for him and that he could stay there. But the Jedi insisted that he be given a chance to see what the child had. He knew that he could feel the force with in the child and he wanted to see if Mavrick was able to become something.
Sure enough Mavrick shown promise just like the founder jedi had foreseen in him. He was placed into training at the temple in order to hone them skill about around three years old and nine months.
It was never anything major, it was more about meditation and focusing on the force, as well as some light saber drills from day to day. At the age of five Mavrick was all for his light saber drills as he was always practicing on them more than he tended to do on the meditation of the force.
Proving to the Jedi council that Mavrick had promise they allowed him some time to see what they could manged to get from him, and to see if he could develop them into something his skills that is.
Age 8
For years Mavrick was devoted to his training, and the Jedi that had found him was always hovering over top of him when he came in for his visits "Mavrick you must understand why I make you train so hard, I don't want the council to think that your just some child. Some normal child with no future.....I can tell the force is strong with in you....and together we will tap into it!"
It was upon these words that Mavrick knew that he was going to give his training everything that he had. He was going to go all out to prove to the council, but more importantly he was going to make his founder proud of him.
Age 12
Mavrick was about the age of twelve when his founder Jedi approached him about becoming a Padawan and he would truly be able to call him his master. Mavrick was more than excited and more than ready for this role in his life, and the council approved of the duo.
After getting accepted by his master he was taken to the temple to be taught how to construct his own lightsaber. It was here they they spent most of their first week as Mavrick was making error after error. At the end of that week Mavrick proved victorious as he had finally created his own blue lightsaber.
After making it past the basic's and getting a good grasp on it Mavrick then began training under his masters light saber Form II Makashi. The form was more about protecting one's self from strikes of all kind.
Age 14
After training some time under Form II from his master Mavrick found that he liked the looks of Jar-kai and he wanted to try to use this style and add it into his array of training. His master wasn't fully supportive of it but went along with it.
He told Mavrick about the fact that he would have to us it's main form Niman as well as it's supportive form Ataru. Jumping into the studies of Niman, it took Mavrick some time to get use to this style.
It would prove to be even harder to comprehend the use of this style as it was also training daily under it's supportive art Ataru.
Age 15
After finely getting the some of the basic's down on the to parent arts and returning back to the temple in order to create a second lightsaber, Mavrick began to start training in the arts of Jar-Kai finely.
Mavrick proved to enjoy this style much more than his master and even he thought that he would. His training under the combat of lightsabers became even more fierce as he was now training under three forms, as he placed the arts of Ataru and Niman on hold.
The forms that he was now training under was Form I - Shii-Cho the basic that all jedi's must endure though, and then the Sub Form of Jar-kai. This form was more about duel wielding where the user used one saber as defense as the other one was used as offense, But it wasn't always like this with Mavrick as he liked to change it up and use both sabers for defense or for offense.
Age 16
Mavrick was a naturally strong boy as he was growing up, nothing massive in his strength just more above the average level for the kids around his age, but with his above average strength he tended to be more about brute force rather than thinking and planing, so it was safe to say that he really wasn't one of the smarter kids in his group.
Mavrick was also very fast for his age, very much faster than the children around his age. This was not be because of the genes that flowed though his body but rather because he was always constantly training on his light saber skills and training on the swiftness of his movement that why he would be able to react to what ever position he was in making the use of his Form II and his Sub Form that much greater.
Mavrick never really had any ability to lead anyone, Not like one of them great leaders did, Not even like a normal leader. He was always sheltered and caught up in his training that he never really developed people skills. Only way he was ever really able to get anyone to listen to him was though brute force as people tended to be afraid of his stronger feats.
Age 17
Around seventeen Mavrick and his mentor was sent out on a mission. It was the fourth mission of his and he was still very green to the fact of real combat, but this mission was different. It was a mission to take food to one of the less fortunate planets known as Balosar. This mission was one that wasn't suppose to have any real combat involved, but to their surprise they was attacked, ambushed I might add.
The people of Balosar resorted to crime for the food rather than just taking it when given.
His mentor took a blade though his stomach as he was caught off guard The attack was due to the fact that he didn't react quickly enough. Mavrick manged to reach his sabers in time to defend himself and quickly kill the one that was attacking them.
The wound on his mentor was far to bad. His life was fading fast.
"Don't Abandon the force, It was a great joy training you....I loved every moment of it....Grow up to be strong....!"
This was the dieing words of his mentor. "Master.....I will make them all pay for this....for what they have done to you.....and what they have caused me....!!!"
Only a single tear ran down the face of Mavrick's as he rose to his feet.
The council talked to Mavrick about this event in his life and told him that he needed to increase his training and start meditating over the force, the death of his master and the life of his master and how it effected his master as well as himself in all of this.
Age 18
Over the course of the year off Mavrick began to train in the art of Form VII - Juyo the more aggressive style of Light saber combat. He felt that this style was more suiting to him as he wanted to become more fierce in battle. He didn't know it but his rage was getting the better of him, it was controlling him at times.
He also took some time to work on the art of healing that the force had to offer, this was because he watched his master die right before him. He didn't want that to happen to him...He wanted to be able to heal himself if he needed. His anger and emotions tended to cloud his head at times making it far to difficult to grow in this area of the force.
It was during this time that Mavrick's personality took a turn for the worse. He became much more darker in his words and thoughts and less social. He tended to care only for himself as that's all he was ever really left to care about in his life. Would the council know about this new change in his life style, well it would all just have to play out and see. He used his rage in a new type of training as he was always sparing and hitting training with his fist now, making him better at his hand to hand combat.
Mavrick has been told that it is time for him to come back into the council as they are looking for a new master for him. He now awaits for his new adventure to begin.
Lightsaber: One Curved Hilt, One Normal Hilt
Color: Blue, Green
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Form I - Shii-Cho - 4
Form II - Makashi -
Form III - Soresu -
Form IV - Ataru - 2
Form V - Shien / Djem So -
>>Sub-form Backhanded -
Form VI - Niman - 1
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 1
Form VII - Juyo -
Double Bladed Combat -
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: - 5
Telepathic: - 2
Body: - 4
Sense: - 4
Protection: - 3
Healing: - 1
Destruction: - 0
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: - 6
Intelligence: - 4
Speed: - 6
Leadership: - 2
Unarmed: - 3
Melee Weapons: - 1
Ranged Weapons:- 1
Force Attunement: + 1
RP Sample:
With dust scrambling past Mavrick on all sides of his head his eye's remained fully closed. His heart raced like thousand humming birds wings moving in different directions at once, never once taking the same path. His heart wouldn't give him a single moment of relief, it was like his own personal villain.
"Hesitate no longer young padawan, This is your first mission. No need to be frightened." After hearing the words of his master his heart seemed to calm down a bit. Upon opening his eye's all of his thought raced. What will I do? If we are attack? If I am lost? If I drop my light saber!? After taking a deep breath his heart manged to slow down even more, It was almost back to it's normal way.
He could hear the thruster shut down as the carrier ship was hovering just above the platform. A man exited from the cock pit and waved his hand to all of the soldiers that was around Mavrick and his master. The man then loudly yelled out to everyone so that he could be heard over the thrusters. His voice sounded much like a Frenchman. "If your on this flight get aboard. We are heading out!"
"Come young one! We must not be left behind or you will surely fail your mission" His master smiled out to him as he grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him tightly to him. Mavrick was ashamed to admit it but he loved being their in the arm of his masters as for once in his life he really felt like he truly mattered to some one. "Right master....I must not do that....I gotta make you proud!" As he finished saying this he quickly jumped up onto the carrier and took his seat as he waited for lift off.
For later use....only a not for now....Nothing to do with Mavrick
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